"Don't. I never asked to be a centre of interest."
"Well," returned Randolph merely, and fell silent.
Foster resumed work with some excess of vigor, and presently got into a snarl. "Dammit!" he exclaimed, "have I dropped another?"
Randolph leaned over to examine the work. "Something's wrong."
"Well, let it go. Enough for now. Read."
There followed a half hour of historical essay, during which Foster a few times surreptitiously fingered his needles and yarn.
"Shall you have a reading-circle at your new diggings?" he asked after a while.
"If two can be said to make a circle,—and if you will really come."
"I'm coming. But I never understood that only two points could establish a circle. Three, anyway."
"Circle!" exclaimed Randolph. "Don't worry the word to death."