"You
feel for him, don't you, Philo?" he queried.
The Philosopher shook his head, and seemed, for a time, much depressed;
upon which the Skeptic rallied him. "You ought to be jubilant to think
it's not yourself," he urged his friend. "You know, there was one time
when you feared even to go home with her, though you were to be within
call from the porch all the way."
But the Philosopher cheered up presently in the pleasure of talking over
old times at the Farm. He had spent the past summer tramping through
Germany, and he and I had not met for many months.
We went to the concert next evening, we four, in a jovial mood. There
was considerable sly joking, on the Skeptic's part, concerning the
change of conditions which now made Hepatica my chaperon, instead of, as
in former days, my being alert to protect her from visiting philosophers
and skeptics. The Philosopher and I took it quite in good part, for
nothing could be more settled than the unimpassioned character of our
old friendship--as there could be nothing more satisfactory.
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