"
"Me, then. Shall I be so uncivil as to hold back?"
"It might not displease her if you did."
"Her?"
"Your Mrs. Phillips. If I may risk a guess------"
"You may not. Your precious 'psychology' can wait. Don't be in such a
damned hurry to use it."
"It had better be used in time."
"It had better not be used at all. Drop it. Think about your new play, or
something."
"Oh, the devil!" sighed Lemoyne. "Winnebago seems mighty far off. We got on
there, at least." He bent again over his desk.
Cope put down his book and came across. There were tears, perhaps, in his
eyes--the moisture of vexation, or of contrition, or of both. "We can get
along here, too," he said, with an arm around Lemoyne's shoulder.
"Let's hope so," returned Lemoyne, softening, with his hand pressed on
Cope's own.
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_COPE AS A GO-BETWEEN_
This brief exchange might have passed for a quarrel and a reconciliation;
and the reconciliation seemed to call for a seal. That was soon set by
another of Randolph's patient invitations to dinner.
"Let's go," said Cope; "I've got to go again--sometime."
"I don't care about it, very much," replied Lemoyne.
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