the wiser up so high as this; but it certainly gives it more variety,
too, having them different. Well, I'm going up as high as ever I _can_
go. You two better come along up with me.

_ON THE TOP._

_Miss P._ (_as she perceives Miss T. and her companion_). Now, BOB,
pray remember all I've told you! [_BOB turns away, petulantly._

_Miss T._ (_aside, to VAN B._). I guess the air's got cooler up
here, CHARLEY. But if that girl imagines she's going to freeze _me_!
(_Advancing to Miss P._) Why, my dear, it's almost too sweet for
anything, meeting you again!

_Miss P._ You're extremely kind, MAUD; I wish I could return the
compliment; but really, after what took place at Bellagio, I--

_Miss T._ (_taking her arm_). Well, I'll own up to being pretty
horrid--and so were you; but there don't seem any sense in our meeting
up here like a couple of strange cats on tiles. I won't fly out
anymore, there! I'm just dying for a reconciliation; and so is Mr.
VAN BOODELER. The trouble I've had to console that man! He never met
anybody before haff so interested in the great Amurrcan Novel. And
he's wearying for another talk. So you'd better give that hatchet a
handsome funeral, and come along and take pity on him.

[_HYP., after a struggle, yields, half-reluctantly, and allows
herself to be taken across to Mr. VAN B., who greets her
effusively. Miss T. leaves them together._