"But if you are to interest yourself in some new undertaking by 'The
Grayfriars,'" he said to Lemoyne, "will you have much time and attention to
give to office-work?"
"Oh, I have time," replied Lemoyne jauntily, "and not many studies. Half a
day of routine work, I thought.... Of course I'm not a manager, or
director, or anything like that. I should just have a part of moderate
importance, and should have only to give good heed to rehearsals...."
"Well," said Randolph thoughtfully.
"I hope you can do something," put in Cope, with fervor.
"Well," said Randolph again.
This uncomfortable and unsatisfactory dinner of three presently drew to its
end. "I'd have made it four," said Randolph to Foster, a day or two later,
"if I'd only thought of it in time."
"_I_ don't want to meet them again," returned Foster quickly.
"Well," said Randolph, "I've no fondness for the new fellow, myself;
but----"
"And I don't care about the other, either."
Randolph sighed. This was plainly one of Foster's off days. The only wonder
was he had not more of them. He sat in darkness, with few diversions,
occupations, ameliorations.
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