just heard to…day you were going。 Imagine it。 It will be moreoh； how are you Coleman； how are you 〃 〃
Marjory welcomed the new…comer with a cordiality that might not have thrilled Coleman with pleasure。 They took chairs that formed a triangle and one side of it vibrated with talk。 Coke and Marjory engaged in a tumultuous conversation concerning the prospective trip to Greece。 The Sunday editor； as remote as if the apex of his angle was the top of a hill； could only study the girl's clear profile。 The youthful voices of the two others rang like bells。 He did not scowl at Coke； he merely looked at him as if be gently disdained his mental calibre。 In fact all the talk seemed to tire him； it was childish； as for him； he apparently found this babble almost insupportable。
〃 And； just think of the camel rides we'll have；〃 cried Coke。
〃 Camel rides；〃 repeated Coleman； dejectedly。 〃 My dear Coke。〃
Finally he arose like an old man climbing from a sick bed。 〃Well； I am afraid I must go； Miss Wainwright。〃 Then he said affectionately to Coke： 〃 Good…bye； old boy。 I hope you will have a good time。〃
Marjory walked with him to the door。 He shook her hand in a friendly fashion。 〃 Good…bye； Marjory；' he said。 〃 Perhaps it may happen that I shan't see you again before you start for Greece and so I had best bid you God…speed…or whatever the term is now。 You will have a charming time； Greece must be a delightful place。 Really； I envy you； Marjory。 And now my dear child 〃…his voice grew brotherly； filled with the patronage of generous fraternal love； 〃 although I may never see you again let me wish you fifty as happy years as this last one has been for me。〃 He smiled frankly into her eyes； then dropping her hand； he went away。
Coke renewed his tempest of talk as Marjory turned toward him。 But after a series of splendid eruptions； whose red fire illumined all of ancient and modem Greece； he too went away。
The professor was in his。 library apparently absorbed in a book when a tottering pale…faced woman appeared to him and； in her course toward a couch in a corner of the room； described almost a semi…circle。 She flung herself face downward。 A thick strand of hair swept over her shoulder。 〃 Oh； my heart is broken！ My heart is broken！ 〃
The professor arose； grizzled and thrice…old with pain。 He went to the couch； but he found himself a handless； fetless man。 〃 My poor child；〃 he said。 〃 My poor child。〃 He remained listening stupidly to her convulsive sobbing。 A ghastly kind of solemnity came upon the room。
Suddenly the girl lifted herself and swept the strand of hair away from her face。 She looked at the professor with the wide… open dilated eyes of one who still sleeps。 〃 Father；〃 she said in a hollow voice； 〃 he don't love me。 He don't love me。 He don't love me。 at all。 You were right； father。〃 She began to laugh。
〃Marjory；〃 said the professor； trembling。 〃Be quiet； child。 Be quiet。〃
〃 But；〃 she said； 〃 I thought he loved meI was sure of it。 But it don't…don't matter。 II can't get over it。 Women…women； the… but it don't matter。〃
〃 Marjory；〃 said the professor。 〃 Marjory； my poor daughter。〃
She did not heed his appeal； but continued in a dull whisper。 〃 He was playing with me。 He waswas…was flirting with me。 He didn't care when I told himI told him I was going…going away。〃 She turned her face wildly to the cushions again。 Her young shoulders shook as if they might break。 〃 Wo…men…women…they always〃
CHAPTER V。
By a strange mishap of management the train which bore Coleman back toward New York was fetched into an obscure side…track of some lonely region and there compelled to bide a change of fate。 The engine wheezed and sneezed like a paused fat man。 The lamps in the cars pervaded a stuffy odor of smoke and oil。 Coleman examined his case and found only one cigar。 Important brakemen proceeded rapidly along the aisles； and when they swung open the doors； a polar wind circled the legs of the passengers。 〃 Well； now； what is all this for？ 〃 demanded Coleman； furiously。 〃 I want to get back to New York。〃
The conductor replied with sarcasm； 〃 Maybe you think I'm stuck on it 〃 I ain't running the road。 I'm running this train； and I run it according to orders。〃 Amid the dismal comforts of the waiting cars； Coleman felt all the profound misery of the rebuffed true lover。 He had been sentenced； he thought； to a penal servitude of the heart； as he watched the dusky； vague ribbons of smoke come from the lamps and felt to his knees the cold winds from the brakemen's busy flights。 When the train started with a whistle and a jolt； he was elate as if in his abjection his beloved's hand had reached to him from the clouds。
When he had arrived in New York； a cab rattled him to an uptown hotel with speed。 In the restaurant he first ordered a large bottle of champagne。 The last of the wine he finished in sombre mood like an unbroken and defiant man who chews the straw that litters his prison house。 During his dinner he was continually sending out messenger boys。 He was arranging a poker party。 Through a window he watched the beautiful moving life of upper Broadway at night； with its crowds and clanging cable cars and its electric signs； mammoth and glittering； like the jewels of a giantess。
Word was brought to him that the poker players were arriving。 He arose joyfully； leaving his cheese。 In the broad hall； occupied mainly by miscellaneous people and actors； all deep in leather chairs； he found some of his friends waiting。 They trooped up stairs to Coleman's rooms； where as a preliminary； Coleman began to hurl books and papers from the table to the floor。 A boy came with drinks。 Most of the men； in order to prepare for the game； removed their coats and cuffs and drew up the sleeves of their shirts。 The electric globes shed a blinding light upon the table。 The sound of clinking chips arose； the elected banker spun the cards； careless and dexterous。
Later； during a pause of dealing； Coleman said： 〃 Billie； what kind of a lad is that young Coke up at Washurst？〃 He addressed an old college friend。
〃 Oh； you mean the Sophomore Coke？ 〃 asked the friend。 〃 Seems a decent sort of a fellow。 I don't know。 Why？ 〃
〃Well； who is he？ Where does he come from？ What do you know about him？ 〃
〃 He's one of those Ohio Cokes…regular thing father millionaire…used to be a barber…good old boy …why？ 〃
〃 Nothin'；〃 said Coleman； looking at his cards。 〃 I know the lad。 I thought he was a good deal of an ass。 I wondered who his people were。〃
〃 Oh； his people are all right…in one way。 Father owns rolling mills。 Do you raise it； Henry？ Well； in order to make vice abhorrent to the young； I'm obliged to raise back。〃
〃 I'll see it；〃 observed Coleman； slowly pushing forward two blue chips。 Afterward he reached behind him and took another glass of wine。
To the others Coleman seemed to have something bitter upon his mind。 He played poker quietly； steadfastly； and； without change of eye； following the mathematical religion of the game。 Outside of the play he was savage； almost insupportable。 〃 What's the matter with you； Rufus ？ 〃 said his old college friend。 〃 Lost your job？ Girl gone back on you？ You're a hell of …a host。 We don't get any。 thing but insults and drinks。〃
Late at night Coleman began to lose steadily。 In the meantime he drank glass after glass of wine。 Finally he made reckless bets on a mediocre hand and an opponent followed him thoughtfully bet by bet； undaunted； calm； absolutely without emotion。 Coleman lost； he hurled down his cards。 〃 Nobody but a damned fool would have seen that last raise on anything less than a full hand。〃
〃 Steady。 Come off。 What's wrong with you； Rufus ？ 〃 cried his guests。
〃 You're not drunk； are you ？ 〃 said his old college friend； puritanically。
〃 'Drunk' ？〃 repeated Coleman。
〃 Oh； say；〃 cried a man； 〃 let's play cards。 What's all this gabbling ？ 〃
It was when a grey； dirty light of dawn evaded the thick curtains and fought on the floor with the feebled electric glow that Coleman； in the midst of play； lurched his chest heavily upon the table。 Some chips rattled to the floor。 〃 I'll call you；〃 he murmured； sleepily。
〃 Well；〃 replied a man； sternly； 〃 three kings。〃
The other players with difficulty extracted five cards from beneath Coleman's pillowed head。 〃 Not a pair！ Come； come； this won't do。 Oh； let's stop playing。 This is the rottenest game I ever sat in。 Let's go home。 Why don't you put him。 to bed； Billie？〃
When Coleman awoke next morning； he looked back upon the poker game as something that had transpired in previous years。 He dressed and went down to the grill…room。 For his breakfast he ordered some eggs on toast and a pint of champagne。 A privilege of liberty belonged to a certain Irish waiter； and this waiter looked at him； grinning。 〃Maybe you had a pretty lively time last night； Mr Coleman？ 〃
〃 Yes； Pat；〃 answered Coleman； 〃 I did。 It was all because of an unrequited affection； Patrick。〃 The man stood near； a napkin over his arm。 Coleman went on impressively。 〃 The ways of the modern lover are strange。 Now； I； Patrick； am a modern lover； and when； yesterday； the dagger of disappointment was driven deep into my heart； I immediately played poker as hard as I could and incidentally got loaded。 This is the modern point of view。 I understand on good authority that in old times lovers used to。 languish。 That is probably a lie； but at any rate we do not； in these times； languish to any great extent。 We get drunk。 Do you understand； Patrick？ 〃 The waiter was used to a harangue at Coleman's breakfast time。 He placed his hand over his mouth and giggled。 〃Yessir。〃
〃 Of course；〃 continued Coleman； thoughtfully。 〃 It might be pointed out by uneducated persons that it is difficult to maintain a high standard of drunkenness for the adequate length of time； but in the series of experiments which I am about to make I am sure I can easily prove them to be in the wrong。〃
〃 I am sure； sir；〃 said the waiter； 〃 the young ladies would not like to be hearing you talk this way。〃
〃 Yes； no doubt； no doubt。 The young ladies have still quite medieval ideas。 They don't understand。 They still prefer lovers to languish。〃
〃 At any rate； sir； I don't see that you