love to have you, especially the Professor and Ardelia.”
He answered that it was impossible to get away now. Later, possibly, he might come. He was grateful for the invitation. He never mentioned how he lived, and she did not ask him. The Professor’s check he returned, with a note of thanks, saying he did not need it. The summer went by and fall came to town. Still there was no word of his return.
“My, this is a fat letter from Jarvis! Frohman must have accepted the play!” exclaimed Bambi one morning in September. She opened out the thick, folded paper.
“It’s poetry,” she added. “‘Songs of the Street,’ If he’s gone back to poetry, I’m afraid he’s lost.”
She began to glance through them.
“My dear, I’ve asked you for coffee twice.”
“These are powerful and ugly. Think of Jarvis seeing these things.”
“Coffee,” reiterated the Professor.
“Yes, yes. You must read these. They’re upsetting. I wonder what is happening to Jarvis.”
“Is he in trouble?”
