Cope found an opening by bolstering up his previous
written excuses. He was still very general.
"That's all right," replied Randolph, in friendly fashion. "Some time,
soon, we must try again. And this time we must have your friend." His
glance was kind, yet keen; nor was it brief.
Randolph had already the outlines of the situation as Foster understood
them. He sometimes slipped in, on Sunday forenoon, to read the newspapers
to Foster, instead of going to church. Hortense and Carolyn came up now and
then: indeed, this reading was, theoretically, a part of Carolyn's duties,
but she was coming less and less frequently, and often never got beyond the
headlines. So that, every other Sunday at least, Randolph set aside prayer-
book and hymnal for dramatic criticisms, editorials, sports and "society."
This time Foster was full of the events of Friday night. "As I make it out,
he kept away from her the whole evening, and that new man helped him do it.
Our friend down the street, Hortense says, showed every disposition to cut
in, and the girl showed at least some disposition to let him. I don't
wonder: when you come right down to it, he's twice the man the other is.
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