Beverley and Robert Byrd were
here the other night. Why _will_ they hunt in pairs, do you know? I told
Beverley that he positively must take this girl to the German. He
quarreled and complained a good deal at first, but finally yielded like
a dear boy. Then he seemed to enter in the nicest way into the spirit of
our altruistic design. He said that after he had asked the girl, it
would be very nice if Robert should ask her too. He would be refused, of
course, but the girl would have the pleasant feeling of getting a rush,
and Robert would boost his standing as a philanthropist, all without
cost to anybody. Robert was good-natured, and fell in with the plan.
Three days later he telephoned me, simply furious. He had asked the
girl--you know he hasn't been to a German for five years--and she
accepted at once with tears of gratitude."
"But how--?"
"Of course Beverley never asked her. He simply trapped Robert, which he
would rather do than anything else in the world."
West shouted. "Speaking of Germans," he said presently, "I am making up
my list for next year--the early bird, you know.
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