e platform."

"Melpomene rioting as a bawd," declared the Professor. "I could
elucidate if permitted one more russet cup, drawn from the oak." He
looked at Milford. "One more, and let it be russet."

"No more to-night, Professor," said Milford. "I am going to get a bite
to eat pretty soon. Won't you join me?"

"To eat, to clog the stomach, to stupefy the nimble brain, that fine
machinery of wheels invisible and pulleys more delicate than the
silkworm's dream of a gauzy thread! No, I will not eat, but I will
drink--one more russet cup."

"Just one," said Milford.

"I spoke one, one in true sincerity; and if I squeeze the gentle hand of
hospitality till the bones crack, and ask for more--give it to me," he
roared, throwing his head back.

"Bob, bring him a cup of cider," said Milford.

"This has been an off day with me," the Professor remarked, following
the hired man with his eyes. "The mill shut down to undergo repairs, and
I am a boy out of school." He listened, as if straining his ears to
catch the babble of the cider. "I sat about the house, with a dry book,
to feel the contrast of the rain; I sniffed the dust of an Elizabethan's
pedantry--and then my wife and my daughter began on me. I beggared
myself and got them a sofa, and now they want a set of chairs. I made
with them a treaty of peace, and, barbarians, they violated it. What a
reproach it is to woman to see a man think! She must stir him up,
scatter his faculties."

"Not all women," said Milford.

"Ha! About how many women have you married, sir?"

Mitchell came in with the cider, and the Professor reached for it. He
placed the cup on the table and gazed at the bursting beads as if
counting them. He drank, smacked his mouth, and no whip-lash could have
popped keener; he gazed down into the cup, regretting the fall of the
yellow tide. He leaned back, with his eyes turned upward, and breathed
long; he whistled softly as if to coax back a thought that had escaped
him; he leaned forward, drained the cup, and sadly put it down, shoving
it far across the table. "Just within arm's reach of a temptation to ask
for more," he said, thrusting forth his hand. "But I will not. My word
has been given. Yes, about how many women have you married?"

"Well, just about one fewer than yourself if you've married only one,"
Milford answered.

The Professor's eyes snapped. "Was that word fewer contemplated or was
it an accident? Do you study to find such niceties of di