"——and you, I am sure, would never care to live in any other."
"I shall stay where I am," she declared. "Shall you stay where you are?" she asked keenly.
"Perhaps not."
"Confess that housekeeping on your own account is less attractive than it once was."
"I do. Confess that you, with all your outfit and all your goings-on, never quite—never quite—succeeded in…"
Medora shrugged. "The young, at best, only tolerate us. We are but the platform they dance on,—the ladder they climb by."
"After all, he was a 'charming' chap. Your own word, you know."
"Yet scarcely worth the to-do we made over him," said Medora, willing to save her face.
Randolph shrugged in turn, and threw out his hands in a gesture which she had never known him to employ before.
"Worth the to-do? Who is?"