that he hadn't thoroughly fooled himself, nor had all her beautifully acted diplomacies really cajoled him. This was where she had planned to meet Tinker and the meeting was at hand, though Tinker himself might not know it. Ogle thought it somewhat probable that he didn't; and, within the sound of Mrs. Tinker's voice—a voice precisely appropriate for the reading of the Secretary's Report to the Ladies' Entertainment Committee of a Church Fund Drive in the Midlands—the young man was bitter yet hopeful enough to think that her husband's immediate future might be a little complicated and uncertain.
She was speaking of him to her friend. "I do wish he could ever learn to follow the example of a gentleman like your husband, Mrs. Shuler. Only last night I said to him, 'For goodness' sake, Earl,' I said, 'why can't you behave a little like Mr. Shuler?' I thought that might have a little weight with him on account of his having met Mr. Shuler at that convention in Minneapolis and his admiring him so much, besides the coincidence of happening to meet him again in a queer place like this, way off from everywhere and all; so I just said, 'Since you admire him so much, why can't you behave a little like he does?'"
"Mr. Shuler admires Mr. Tinker, too," Mrs. Shuler
