“It strikes me,” said Frank Livingstone, who had been ruffling the leaves of a magazine at the other end of the table, “that you fellows are in a great fever about Van Twiller.”
“So we are.”
“Well, he has simply gone out of town.”
“Where?”
“Up to the old homestead on the Hudson.”
“It’s an odd time of year for a fellow to go into the country.”
“He has gone to visit his mother,” said Livingstone.
“In February?”
“I did n’t know, Delaney, that there was any statute in force prohibiting a man from visiting his mother in February if he wants to.”
Delaney made some light remark about the pleasure of communing with Nature with a cold in her head, and the topic was dropped.