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"Friday will do." And they parted.
Randolph had secured for his Wednesday evening Medora Phillips and
Hortense. Hortense was the young person to pair with Pearson, who had
thrown over an evening at his club for the dinner with Randolph. The talk
was to be--in sections and installments--of Amy Leffingwell, and of Cope in
so far as he might enter. Medora would speak; Hortense would speak;
Randolph himself should speak. To complete the party he had asked his
relations from the far side of the big city. His sister would preside for
him; and his brother-in-law might justify his expenditure of time and
trouble by stopping off in advance for a brief confab, as trustee, at the
administration building, with the president. A compatriot had been secured
by Sing-Lo to help in dining-room and kitchen.
Randolph had planned a short dinner. His sister, facing the long return-
drive, would doubtless be willing to leave by nine-thirty. Then, with two
extraneous pieces removed from the board, the real matter in hand might be
got under way.
Mrs. Phillips was most lively from the start. She praised the house, which
she was seeing for the first time.
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