" On
one occasion Medora hardily requisitioned Cope for an evening at the
theatre, in the city; miles in and miles back she had him in her car all to
herself; and if Amy, next day, appeared to feel that wealth and
organization had taken an unfair advantage of simple, honest love, Medora
herself was troubled by no stirrings of conscience.
The new atmosphere reached even Foster on the top floor; and when, one
evening in mid-December, he finally carried out his long-meditated plan to
dine with Randolph, the household situation was uppermost in his mind. That
he had not the clearest understanding of the situation did not diminish his
interest in it. Though he sat in the dark, and far apart, some sense all
his own, cultivated through years of deprivation, came to his aid. Peter
brought him down the street and round the corner; and Randolph's Chinaman,
fascinated by his green shade and his tortuous method of locomotion (once
out of his wheeled-chair), did the rest. "You had better stay all night,"
Randolph had suggested; and he was glad to avoid a second awkward trip on
the same evening.
Foster had wondered whether Cope would be present.
Pages:
198
199
200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222