"That will give me a chance to wear this muffler, after all."
"So it will."
"Well, be a little more cordial. You expect to see your friends, don't you?"
"Of course. That's what it's for. Have I got to exert myself," he added, '"to be cordial with you?" "What's the neighborhood?"
"Oh, this one, substantially. The next street from where I am now."
"Housekeeper?"
"I think I'll have a Jap alone, at first."
"Dinners?"
"A few small try-outs, perhaps."
"Mixed parties?"
"Not at the beginning, anyhow."
"Oh; bachelor's hall."
"About that."
Foster readjusted his shade, and drove his needles into his ball of yarn.
"Complete new outfit?"
"Well, I have some things in storage."
"How about the people you're with now?"
"Their lease is up in the spring. They may go on; they may not. Fall's the time to change."
Foster drew out his needles again and fell to work. "You ought to have seen Hortense the next morning. She put my tray on the table, and then went down in a heap on the floor—or it sounded like that. She was fainting away at dinner, she said."
"She found it amusing?"
