Meanwhile, make the most of the flying days.
Medora Phillips took the same view. She let Carolyn Thorpe loose for a
week's spring vacation, and sent Cope word that she was alone in a
darkened, depopulated home. Amy married. Hortense banished. Carolyn waved
aside. With all such varying devotions removed, why should he not look in
on her loneliness, during these final days, for dinner or tea? He was still
"charming"--however difficult, however recalcitrant. And he was soon to
depart. And who could believe that the fall term would bring his equal or
his like?
Randolph, still taking his business easily, had suggestions for walks and
lunches; he had also free time to make his suggestions operative. But Cope,
though frequently seen in active movement on the campus and through the
town, gave little heed to either of his elderly friends. He met them both,
in High Street, on different occasions, and thanked and smiled and
promised--and kept away. He was doubtless absorbed in his special work, in
the details of the closing year. He may have thought (as young men have
been known to think) that, in accepting their invitations, he had done
enough for them already.
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