"And it's just as Don says: he was
literally caught in her net. I presume he couldn't tell to-day precisely
how it happened."
"I've no doubt she could," said I ungenerously. "I shall be anxious to
see them."
"Oh, you'll see them. It's in the middle of term--he couldn't take her
away. And his old quarters are just two blocks below us. She knew you
were coming. You'll probably see them within forty-eight hours."
We did, though not where we could do more than take observations upon
them. The Philosopher came in that evening--he had known of my coming
from the moment that Hepatica had planned to ask me. He was looking
rather less well-fed than the Skeptic, but quite as philosophical, and
altogether as friendly as ever. He looked hard at me, and wrung my hand,
and immediately began to lay out a programme for my visit. As a
beginning he had procured tickets for the Philharmonic Society concert
to be given on the following evening.
We told him about Dahlia. He had not heard. He looked quickly and
dumbfoundedly at the Skeptic, and the Skeptic grinned back at him.
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