He belongs to a dramatic club. They
give 'The School for Scandal' and 'Caste,' and--well, more modern things.
They have to wear all sorts of togs."
"And here he is again? And here? And here?"--shuffling still another
picture into view.
"Yes."
"He's fond of costume, isn't he?"
"Very versatile," returned Cope, lightly and briefly. "Clothes to
correspond."
Mrs. Phillips began to peer again at the picture of the choir-group. "Isn't
he here too?"
"Yes. With the first tenors. There you have him,--third from the left, just
behind that row of little devils in surplices."
"You and he sing together?"
"Sometimes--when we _are_ together."
"'Larboard Watch' and 'Suona la Tromba' and----?"
"Oh, heavens!" said Cope. He threw up his head quite spiritedly. There was
now more color in his cheeks, more sparkle in his eyes, more vibration in
his voice. Amy looked at him with a vanishing pity and a growing
admiration.
"Let us fellows be of our own day and generation," he added.
"Willingly," said Mrs. Phillips. "But my husband was fond of 'Larboard
Watch'; I heard him sing in it before we were married.
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