Condy told himself that
there were plenty of good people in the world, after all. Every
one seemed conspiring to make it easy for him, and he swore at
himself for a weak-kneed cad.
On a certain Tuesday, about a week after the fishing excursion and
the affair of the "Matrimonial Objects," toward half-past six in
the evening, Condy was in his room, dressing for a dinner
engagement. Young Sargeant's sister had invited him to be one of
a party who were to dine at the University Club, and later on fill
a box at a charity play, given by amateurs at one of the downtown
theatres. But as he was washing his linen shirt-studs with his
tooth-brush his eye fell upon a note, in Laurie Flagg's hand-
writing, that lay on his writing-desk, and that he had received
some ten days previous. Condy turned cold upon the instant,
hurled the tooth-brush across the room, and dropped into a chair
with a groan of despair. Miss Flagg was giving a theatre party
for the same affair, and he remembered now that he had promised to
join her party as well, forgetting all about the engagement he had
made with Miss Sargeant. It was impossible at this late hour to
accept either one of the young women's invitations without
offending the other.
"Well, I won't go to EITHER, that's all," he vociferated aloud to
the opposite wall. "I'll send 'em each a wire, and say that I'm
sick or have got to go down to the office, and--and, by George!
I'll go up and see Blix, and we'll read and make things to eat.
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