She was a nice pleasant quiet girl; but nice pleasant quiet
girls were beginning to do such equivocal things in poetical print!
Having returned to town by a method that put the minimum tax on his powers,
Cope was in shape, next day, for an hour on the faculty tennis-courts. He
played with no special skill or vigor, but he made a pleasing picture in
his flannels; and Carolyn, who happened to pass--who passed by at about
five in the afternoon, lingered for the spectacle and thought of two or
three lines to start a poem with.
Cope, unconscious of this, presently turned his attention to Lemoyne, who
was on the eve of his first dress rehearsal and who was a good deal
occupied with wigs and lingerie. Here one detail leads to another, and
anyone who goes in wholeheartedly may go in dreadfully deep. Their room
came to be strown with all the disconcerting items of a theatrical
wardrobe. Cope soon reached the point where he was not quite sure that he
liked it all, and he began to develop a distaste for Lemoyne's
preoccupation with it. He came home one afternoon to find on the corner of
his desk a long pair of silk stockings and a too dainty pair of ladies'
shoes.
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