"
"The sooner this one goes, the better," snapped Foster. "Have you heard
from that fellow at all?" he inquired.
"'That fellow'? What fellow--this time?"
"The other one, of course. Cope."
"No."
Foster wiped out Cope with one question.
"Likely to 'cultivate' some other young chap, next year?"
Randolph had a moment of sober thoughtfulness.
"No."
"Good! Get back into harness; have 'hours' and all the rest of it. Best
thing in the world for you. The young care so much for us--the devil they
do!"
Foster gave a savage, dragging clutch at his shade and twisted rebelliously
in his chair.
Randolph left him to himself and went below.
Downstairs dinner proceeded cautiously. There was no chance for an
interchange of thought until the two young women should have been got out
of the way. Hortense had her own affair at the back of her head, and
Carolyn hers. Neither could sympathize with the other. Hortense's manner to
Carolyn was one of half-suppressed insolence. Carolyn, buoyed up
interiorly, seemed able to endure it,--perhaps was not fully conscious of
it. There was relief when, after dessert, each arose and went her
respective way.
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