He says I am romantic and of a loving
disposition. Also somwhat reckless, and he gave me good advice
about doing what my Familey consider for my good, at least until
I come out.
But our talk was all to short, for a fat man with three
rings on came in, and sat down with us, and ordered a whiskey
and soda. My blood turned cold, for fear some one I knew would
come in and see me sitting there in a drinking party.
And my blood was right to turn cold. For, just as he had
told the manager about the arangement I had made, and the
manager said "Bully" and raised his glass to drink to me I
looked across and there was mother's aunt, old Susan Paget,
sitting near, with the most awfull face I ever saw!
I colapsed in my chair.
Dear Dairy, I only remember saying, "Well, remember, ten
o'clock. And dress up like a Gentleman in hard luck," and his
saying: "Well, I hope I'm a Gentleman, and the hard luck's no
joke," and then I went away.
And now, dear Dairy, I am in bed, and every time the
telephone rings I have a chill. And in between times I drink
ice-water and sneaze. How terrable a thing is Love.
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