Landau would not sit down; he refused coffee, and dismissed himself with a haughty bow to the company; Colonel Woodburn shook hands elaborately all round, when he had smoked his cigar; the others followed him.

It seemed to March that his own good-night from Dryfoos was dry and cold.
VII.
March met Fulkerson on the steps of the office next morning, when he arrived rather later than his wont.

Fulkerson did not show any of the signs of suffering from the last night's pleasure which painted themselves in March's face.

He flirted his hand gayly in the air, and said, "How's your poor head ?" and broke into a knowing laugh.

"You don't seem to have got up with the lark this morning.