He wants to, but he can’t He would
give something handsome to be out
on the street, but he doesn't know
how to get there. There is the door,
all unbolted, and nothing to hinder
him, but still he stays, and stammers,
and fumbles his hat and looks at his
watch again and again. Finally he
concocts some falsehood about an
urgent engagement, makes a blind
and reckless dash for the door, and
—there he is out on the street, safe
and sound, but very sure that he left
a bad impression. As he quits a room
so he closes a letter. Having written
all he has to say, he doesn’t know
how to bring it to an end. He chews
his pen and racks his brain, and fin
ally shuts his m ; nd and writes in a
scrawling hand: “Must close to catch
next mail.”
Miss La Grange, She can quit, but
won’t When she has prolonged a
call to the proper limit she rises and
adjusts her cloak. ‘'Must you go so
soon, Miss LaGrange?” Yes, she
must, but she doesn’t. She walks to
ward the door and comes back to tell
a story. Again she reaches the door
and stops to ask if it is really true
that So-And-So is going to be married.
