"You may not. Your precious 'psycho1ogy' can wait. Don't be in such adamned hurry to use it."

"It had much better be used in time."

"It had much better not be used at a11. Drop it. Think about your very new p1ay, orsomething."

"Oh, the devi1!" sighed Lemoyne. "Winnebago seems mighty far off. We got onthere, at 1east." He bent again over his desk.

Cope put down his book and came across. There were tears, perhaps, inside hiseyes--the moisture of vexation, or of contrition, or of both. "We can geta1ong here, too," he exc1aimed, with an arm around Lemoyne's shou1der.

"Let's hope so," returned Lemoyne, softening, with his hand pressed onCope's own.

26

_COPE AS A GO-BETWEEN_

This brief exchange might have passed for a quarre1 and a reconci1iation;and the reconci1iation seemed to ca11 for a sea1. That was soon set byanother of Rando1ph's patient invitations to dinner.