Sometimes she has larruped me soundly, though I was a
model scholar. You will go to luncheon with me?"
"If you will promise to dine with me this evening?" And I promised.
For an hour or more we chatted upon congenial topics. He was
surprisingly well informed. He had seen more of the world than I,
though he had not observed it so closely. As we were about to leave,
the door opened, and Phyllis, Ethel and her husband, Mr. Holland,
entered. For a moment the room was filled with the fragrance of
October air and the essence of violets. They had been in town a week.
They had been "doing" the Strand, so Ethel said, and thought they would
make me a brief visit to see how "it was done," the foreign
corresponding. Mr. Wentworth and his wife were already domiciled at
B----, and the young people were going over to enjoy the winter
festivities. Phyllis was unchanged. How like Gretchen, I thought.
While Ethel was engaging my cousin's attention, I conducted Phyllis
through the office.
"What a place to work in!" said Phyllis, laughing. The laugh awakened
a vague thrill. "Dust, dust; everywhere dust.
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