name of Bertram.

Cope, thus finally introduced, repeated the facial expressions which he had
employed already beside the tea-table. But he added no new one; and he
found fewer words than the occasion prompted, and even required. He
continued talking with Mrs. Phillips, and he threw an occasional remark
toward Randolph; but now that all obstacles were removed from free converse
with the divinity of the samovar he had less to say to her than before.
Presently the elder woman, herself no whit offended, began to figure the
younger one as a bit nonplused.

"Never mind, Amy," she said. "Don't pity him, and don't scorn him. He's
really quite self-possessed and quite chatty. Or"--suddenly to Cope
himself--"have you shown us already your whole box of tricks?"

"That must be it," he returned.

"Well, no matter. Mr. Randolph can be nice to a nice girl."

"Oh, come now,----"

"Well, shall I ask you to my house, after this?"

"No. Don't. Forbid it. Banish me."

"Give one more chance," suggested Randolph sedately.

"Why, what's all this about?" said the questioning glance of Amy. If there
was any offense at all, on anybody's part, it lay in making too much of too
little.