On the contrary, a strong implication that there
would be sufficient to occupy him without the company of Lemoyne or anybody
else: evidences of an eye set solely on the new opportunity in the East.
"Well, if he is going to get along without him," said Medora to herself,
"it will be all the better for him. He was never any advantage to him," she
added, with an informal and irresponsible use of her pronouns. But she knew
what she meant and had no auditor to satisfy.
When, however, she touched on the matter with Basil Randolph she showed
more exactitude. Randolph had lingered late upstairs with Foster, and he
had been intercepted, on his way out, with an invitation to remain to
dinner. "Very well," he said. "Sing-Lo is not invariably inspired on Monday
evening. I shall be glad to stay."
He felt, in fact, the need of a little soothing. Foster had been taking a
farewell shot at Cope and had been rough and vindictive. He had heard
something of the antics of "Annabella's" partner and had magnified
characteristically the seriousness of the offense. "What hope for him"--
meaning Cope--"so long as he goes on liking and admiring that fellow?"
"Well," returned Randolph, in an effortless platitude, "liking is the great
mystery--whether you take its coming or its going.
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