Love stories; Success -- Fiction; United States -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Youth -- Fiction
There was no common room at The Bachelors', and the men did not meet
except at the table. They loafed in their rooms, and rarely visited one
another. Raridan was the most social among them and lounged in on one or
the other in his easy fashion. They in turn sought him out to deride
him, or to poke among his effects and to ask him why he never had any
interesting books. The books that he was always buying--minor poems and
minor essays, did not tempt them. The presence of _L'Illustrazione
Italiana_ on his table from week to week amused them; they liked to look
at the pictures and they had once gone forth in a body to the peanut
vender at the next corner, to witness a test of Raridan's Italian, about
which they were skeptical. The stormy interview that followed between
Raridan and the Sicilian had been immensely entertaining and had proved
that Raridan could really buy peanuts in a foreign tongue, though the
fine points which he tried to explain to the bachelors touching the
differences in Italian dialects did not interest them. Warry himself was
interested in Italian dialects for that winter only.
Wheaton went to his room and made himself comfortable. He re-read the
Sunday papers through all their supplements, dwelling again on the
events of the carnival. He had saved all the other papers that contained
carnival news, and now brought them out and cut from them all references
to himself. He resolved to open a kind of social scrap book in which to
preserve a record of his social doings. The joint portraits of the king
and queen of the carnival had not been very good; the picture of Evelyn
Porter was a caricature. In Raridan's room he had seen a photograph of
Evelyn as a child; it was very pretty, and Wheaton, too, remembered her
from the days in which she wore her hair down her back and waited in the
carriage at the front door of the bank for her father. She had lived in
a world far removed from him then; but now the chasm had been bridged.
He had heard it said in the last year that Evelyn and Warry were
undoubtedly fated to marry; but others hinted darkly that some Eastern
man would presently appear on the scene.
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