When they were well
away the Skeptic swung himself up over the side of the porch, from among
some bushes.
"'All's fair in love and war,'" he grinned. "Besides, the campaign's
over. Philo's gained experience. He's a veteran now. He'll never be such
easy game again. Haven't we behaved well, on the whole?" he asked the
Gay Lady, dropping upon a cushion at her feet.
"I don't think you have," said the Gay Lady gently.
"We haven't! Why not?"
She shook her head. "I refuse to discuss it," she said, as gently as
before, but quite firmly.
The Skeptic sighed. "I'm sorry," he declared. "You really don't
know----"
"I don't want to know," said the Gay Lady. "Isn't it a lovely, lovely
evening?"
"Yes, it's a lovely evening," said the Skeptic, looking up at her. "It
would be delightful on the river."
She shook her head again.
"Not nicer than here," she answered.
The Philosopher came back. When he was half-way across the lawn the
Skeptic jumped up and rushed forward and offered his shoulder for the
Philosopher to lean upon.
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