He was but a few rods from the door, when a quick step came behind him.
"Hallo, colonel, where are you going at such a rate?"
Morton turned, and saw his classmate, Rosny.
"Why, Dick, I'm glad to see you."
"They tell me you're bound for Europe."
"Yes."
"Well, it's a good move. If a man has money, he had better enjoy it."
"I shall be driving out of town in an hour. Come and dine with me."
"Sorry, colonel, but it can't be done. I'm out on the stump in the cause of democracy. Shall be off westward in two hours, and shake the dust from my shoes against this nest of whiggery and old fogyism."
"Democracy is under the weather just now, Dick."