"You were. And you didn't come."
"I'd like to come to Princeton, if it isn't too late."
"If it doesn't interfere with your work, you mean."
"Oh, come now!" he protested.
"We have to consider everything," she said.
"I'll try to get a job in the faculty. I remember distinctly that I knew more than any man in the faculty at one time. That would simplify matters, wouldn't it?"
"Do you really feel the need of that eyeglass, Mr. Van Pycke?" she asked, again veering off, much to his annoyance.
"Not at all." He calmly tossed the monocle upon the coals. She cried out.
"Oh, I didn't mean you to do that. I love monocles!"
"The deuce! Why didn't you say so?" he lamented.