He looked at Rantoul, aware of the social change that had taken place in him.
"Suppose we stroll out for a little smoke in the garden," said Rantoul.
The occasion does not permit me to speak of Mr. Rantoul at length.
"You're surprised to find me as I am," said Rantoul, abruptly breaking the silence.
Twice during the meal Rantoul was called to the telephone for a conversation at long distance.
He remembered the old friendship in the starlit garret of the Rue de l'Ombre, and, learning Rantoul's address, wrote him.
"Very well, very well," said Rantoul, with a little impatience.
"Clyde is becoming quite a power in Wall Street," said Mrs. Rantoul, with an approving smile.
But—I add but—in this case my opinion is that Rantoul has found a pure diamond.
When their steps sounded near, Mrs. Rantoul rose hastily, spilling her silk and needles on the floor.
