"Why, Bertram Cope!" she exclaimed, as the two young men came up the walk
while the great historian ran down; "come in, come in; don't let me stand
here freezing!"
It turned out to be a young man's night. Mrs. Phillips had invited a few
"types" to entertain and instruct her Frenchman. They had come to dinner,
and they had stayed on afterward.
Among them was the autumn undergraduate whom Cope, at an earlier day, had
disdainfully called "Phaon," a youth of twenty. "You know," said Medora
Phillips to Randolph, a few days later, when reviewing the stay of her
newest guest, "Those sophisticated, world-worn people so appreciate our
fresh, innocent, ingenuous boys. M. Pelouse told me, on leaving, that Roddy
quite met his ideal of the young American. So open-faced, so inexperienced,
so out of the great world...."
"Good heavens!" said Randolph impatiently. "Do they constitute the world?
You might think so,--going about giving us awards, and hanging medals on
us, and certifying how well we speak French! Fudge! The world is changing.
It would be better," he added, "if more of us--college students included--
learned how to speak a decenter English.
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