I had imagined it would be something cheerful and frivolous, to lift the spirit of the jaded traveler." "It must have been a good story," replied Sylvia, guardedly.
"It was! It was the 'AEneid,' and I began at your bookmark and tried to stagger through a page, but it floored me.

You see how frank I am; I ought really to have kept this terrible disclosure from you." "Didn't you like Madison?
I remember that I thought you were comparing us unfavorably with other places.

You implied"-- and Sylvia smiled--"that you didn't think Madison a very important college." "Then be sure of my contrition now! Your Virgil sank deep into my consciousness, and I am glad of this chance to render unto Madison the things that are Madison's." His chaffing way reminded her of Dr.Wandless, who often struck a similar note in their encounters.
Sylvia was quite at ease now.

Her caller's smile encouraged friendliness.

He had dropped his fedora hat on a chair, but clung to his bamboo stick.