As the Professor and Dahlia
stood up to let them through, we saw that though the newcomers passed
the Professor without recognition, the young man exchanged greetings
with Dahlia. As they took their seats the man, a floridly handsome
person, was at Dahlia's elbow.
For the third time the Skeptic leaned forward. "It's just as well,
perhaps," he whispered, "that my observations are to be made upon a
proxy. What do you think the new chap's chances are for fun on both
sides of him?"
I did not condescend to answer. And without further delay the famous
conductor of a famous orchestra came commandingly to the front of the
stage, welcomed by an outburst of applause, and with the rest of the
audience we became silent.
But amidst all the delights of the ear which were ours that evening, the
eyes of all of us would wander, from time to time, across the aisle. The
Professor sat, with arms folded and head bent, drinking in the beauties
of sound which beat against his welcoming ears. Next him, Dahlia, the
bride of three days, was vindicating the Skeptic's opinion of her
undiminished accomplishments.
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