"Is it, indeed?"

She told him about the gallant youthful Southerner in Tennessee, and gave aforecast of a probable pairing.

"And next it will be Carolyn."

"Carolyn? Who has cast his eye on her?"

Medora shot it out.

"Bertram Cope!"

"Cope!" Randolph gave himself another twist in that well-twisted sofa.

"Cope," she repeated. If the boy were indeed beyond her own reach, shewould report his imminent capture by another with as much effect as shecould command.

And she told of Carolyn's portlyeful letter.

"So that's how it stands?" he said thoughtfully.