st came fighting his way up to
make sure that Jeff had been provided for in the way of introductions.
He promptly introduced him to Miss Lynde. She said: "Oh, that's been
done! Can't you think of something new?" Jeff liked the style of this.
"I don't mind it, but I'm afraid Mr. Durgin must find it monotonous."
"Oh, well, do something original yourself, then, Miss Lynde!" said the
host. "Start a movement for that room across the passage; that's mine,
too, for the occasion; and save some of these people's lives. It's
suffocating in here."
"I don't mind saving Mr. Durgin's," said the girl, "if he wants it
saved."
"Oh, I know he's just dying to have you save it," said the host, and he
left them, to inspire other people to follow their example. But such as
glanced across the passage into the overflow room seemed to think it now
the possession solely of the pioneers of the movement. At any rate, they
made no show of joining them; and after Miss Lynde and Jeff had looked
at the pictures on the walls and the photographs on the mantel of the
room where they found themselves, they sat down on chairs fronting the
open door and the door of the room they had left. The window-seat would
have been more to Jeff's mind, and he had proposed it, but the girl
seemed not to have heard him; she took the deep easy-chair in full view
of the company opposite, and left him to pull up a chair beside her.
"I always like to see the pictures in a man's room," she said, with a
little sigh of relief from their inspection and a partial yielding of
her figure to the luxury of the chair. "Then I know what the man is.
This man--I don't know whose room it is--seems to have spent a good deal
of his time at the theatre."
"Isn't that where most of them spend their time?" asked Jeff.
"I'm sure I don't know. Is that where you spend yours?"
"It used to be. I'm not spending my time anywhere just now." She looked
questioningly, and he added, "I haven't got any to spend."
"Oh, indeed! Is that a reason? Why don't you spend somebody else's?"
"Nobody has any, that I know."
"You're all working off conditions, you mean?"
"That's what I'm doing, or trying to."
"Then it's never certain whether you can do it, after all?"
"Not so certain as to be free from excitement," said Jeff, smiling.
"And are you consumed with the melancholy that seems to be balling up
all the men at the prospect of having to leave Harvard and go out into
the hard, cold wo
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