Then he
dropped the missive in his wastebasket to join the clipping, and
strolled down the corridor of his dormitory to borrow a copy of
"Twelfth Night." Having secured one, he returned to his study and
refreshed his memory of the play--but received no enlightenment that
enabled him to comprehend Lucy's strange remark. However, he found
himself impelled in the direction of correspondence, and presently
wrote a letter--not a reply to his Aunt Fanny.
Dear Lucy:
No doubt you will be surprised at hearing from me so soon again,
especially as this makes two in answer to the one received from you
since getting back to the old place. I hear you have been making
comments about me at the theatre, that some actor was more democratic
in his manners than I am, which I do not understand. You know my
theory of life because I explained it to you on our first drive
together, when I told you I would not talk to everybody about things I
feel like the way I spoke to you of my theory of life. I believe
those who are able should have a true theory of life, and I developed
my theory of life long, long ago.
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