“I was reading the Paris letter in the Inter-Ocean today, and I saw Mr. Corthell’s name on the list of American arrivals at the Continental. I guess,” she added, “he’s going to be gone a long time. I wonder sometimes if he will ever come back. A fellow with his talent, I should imagine would find Chicago⁠—well, less congenial, anyhow, than Paris. But, just the same, I do think it was mean of him to break up our play by going. I’ll bet a cookie that he wouldn’t take part any more just because you wouldn’t. He was just crazy to do that love scene in the fourth act with you. And when you wouldn’t play, of course he wouldn’t; and then everybody seemed to lose interest with you two out. ‘ J. ’ took it all very decently though, don’t you think?”

Laura made a murmur of mild assent.