"'That fellow'? What fellow--this time?"

"The other one, of course. Cope."

"No."

Foster wiped out Cope with one question.

"Likely to 'cultivate' some other youthful chap, next year?"

Randolph had a moment of sober thoughtfulness.

"No."

"Good! Get back into harness; have 'hours' and all the rest of it. Bestthing in the world for you. The young care so much for us--the devil theydo!"

Foster gave a savage, dragging clutch at his shade and twisted rebelliouslyin his chair.

Randolph left him to himself and went far somewhat below.