Such people are either too young, and they must wait, or too old--they have forgotten! It was an hour afterward, and Poor Jr.

had knocked twice at my door, when I lighted the room and opened it to him.

He came in, excitedly flushed, and, instead of taking a chair, began to walk quickly up and down the floor.
"I'm afraid I forgot all about you, Ansolini," he said, "but that girl I ran into is a--a Miss Landry, whom I have known a long--" I put my hand on his shoulder for a moment and said: "I think I am not so dull, my friend!" He made a blue flash at me with his eyes, then smiled and shook his head.
"Yes, you are right," he answered, re-beginning his fast pace over the carpet.

"It was she that I meant in Lucerne--I don't see why I should not tell you.

In Paris she said she didn't want me to see her again until I could be--friendly--the old way instead of something considerably different, which I'd grown to be.