address. It acknowledged Jarvis’s apology gracefully, and suggested that they dine together the night of this very day, unless Jarvis was again engaged, in which case he might telephone, and they would make other plans. Jarvis frowned over it ten minutes.
“Might as well go and get it over,” he remarked ungraciously. He telephoned Strong his acceptance, and asked if he might meet him at the restaurant. He did not wish Strong to know the new address. He would keep his struggle and his poverty to himself. That was certain.
The two men met at a roof garden, each determined to suppress his instinctive dislike of the other because of Bambi. They found a table, and after a short period of stiffness they fell into easy talk of books and plays and men.
“How do you like New York? I remember you confessed to hating cities when I saw you.”
“I still hate cities, but I am getting a new point of view about it all.”
“It’s a great school.”
“So it is.”
“Is Mrs. Jocelyn well, and the Professor?”
“Yes, thank you.”
