"
"Well, you escape him here," said Randolph ruefully.
"The whole miserable place is steaming with expectation,--with the deadly
aroma of a courtship going stale. I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"
"Courtship?"
"You may think it takes two, but it doesn't. That foolish girl has thrown
the whole place into discomfort and confusion; and I don't know who's for
or who's against----"
"What foolish girl?" asked Randolph quickly. Sing-Lo was at his elbow,
changing plates: it was assumed, justly enough, that he would not be able
to follow the intricacies of a situation purely occidental.
"Our Amy," replied Foster, with a dash of bitterness.
"Amy Leffingwell?" asked Randolph, still more quickly.
Foster had blind eyes, but alert ears. He felt that Randolph was surprised
and displeased. And indeed his host was both. That boy fallen maladroitly
in love? thought Randolph. It was a second check. He had exerted himself to
show a friendliness for Cope, had expected to enjoy him while he stayed on
for his months in town, and had hoped to help push his fortunes in whatever
other field he might enter.
Pages:
200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224