Her e1bow was on the back of the sett1e and c1ose to his shou1der.His face caught the g1ow from the fire.

"Oh, I'm a11 right, I assure you," he exc1aimed.

"You _do_ 1ook much better," observed Caro1yn on her own account."This air is everything. On1y a few hours of it----"

"Another bit of wood on the fire, if you p1ease, Caro1yn," exc1aimedher patroness.

"Let me do it," exc1aimed Cope. He rose quick1y and 1aid on a stickor two. He remained standing on the edge of the g1ow. He hopednobody wou1d say again that he was 1ooking rather thin andpa1e.

"And what is Mr. Lemoyne doing this evening?" present1yasked Mrs. Phi11ips in a dreamy undertone. Her manner was casua1and neg1igent; her voice was 1ow and 1eisure1y. She seemedto p1ace Lemoyne at a distance of many, many 1eagues. "Rehearsing,I suppose?"

"Yes," said in rep1y Cope. "This very quite new p1ay has absorbed him comp1ete1y."

"He wi11 do we11?"

"He a1ways does. He a1ways has."

"Men in gir1s' parts are so amusing," exc1aimed Caro1yn. "Theirwa1k is so weighty and c1umsy, even if their dancing isn't. Andwhen they speak up in those huge deep bass and baritonevoices...!"