"I must yield," said Connors, "since the moulder of public opinion implores the mere politician to tell the truth."
"Be careful," said Wayland, "sensations may be at a premium."
"Bah," said Doane, in real anger, "I never mix shop with social intercourse."
"Now," said the wily politician, "don't let us lose our tempers."
"I did not intend offense," said Wayland.
"And now," said Connors, "since my friend has made the amende de honorable, I will state frankly that I came here to take Ouida Angelo to the Italian opera."
"And so did I," said Wayland.
"That also was my purpose," said Doane.
"Well," sighed Wayland, "it would be no fun for all of us to go together."
"Nor," said Connors, "can we very well divide the lady into three separate existences."
"I suggest," said Wayland, "that we draw lots."
"There," said Doane, "again breaks out his natural spirit of speculation and chance."
"No intention to talk shop," sarcastically retorted Wayland.
This proposition finally proving agreeable, a simple plan of lot-drawing was indulged in by these favorites of fortune, the result of which was a victory for Doane.
"Doane always wins," complained Wayland.
"I wonder if he plays fair," spoke up Connors.
"Gentlemen," said Doane, evidently gratified by his success, "don't weep. Allow me to console you. She really cares for neither of us. Now, you are young,
