Chapter XXVI
Cope as A Go-Between
This brief exchange might have passed for a quarrel and a reconciliation; and the reconciliation seemed to call for a seal. That was soon set by another of Randolph's patient invitations to dinner.
"Let's go," said Cope; "I've got to go again—sometime."
"I don't care about it, very much," replied Lemoyne.
"If you want any help of his toward a position . . . Time's passing. And a man can't be ex-pected to bestir himself much for another man he's never even seen."
"All right. I'll go with you."
Randolph was glad to see Cope again, whom he had not met since the half hour in Hortense Dunton's studio. He was also glad to secure, finally, a close and leisurely look at Lemoyne. Lemoyne took the same occasion for a close and leisurely look at Ran-dolph. Each viewed the other with dislike and dis-trust. Each spoke, so far as might be, to Cope—or through him. Sing-Lo, who was prepared to smile, saw few smiles elsewhere, and became sedate, even glum.
Randolph felt a physical distaste for Lemoyne. His dark eyes were too liquid; his person was too plump;
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