His colloquialisms seemed to Carol no more lax than their habitual slang.

Like an older brother he kissed her good-night in the midst of the company.

“He’s terribly nice,” said her housemates, and waited for confidences.  They got none, nor did her own heart.  She could find nothing definite to agonize about.  She felt that she was no longer analyzing and controlling forces, but swept on by them.

He came to the flat for breakfast, and washed the dishes.  That was her only occasion for spite.  Back home he never thought of washing dishes!

She took him to the obvious “sights”—­the Treasury, the Monument, the Corcoran Gallery, the Pan-American Building, the Lincoln Memorial, with the Potomac beyond it and the Arlington hills and the columns of the Lee Mansion.  For all his willingness to play there was over him a melancholy which piqued her.  His normally expressionless eyes had depths to them now, and strangeness.  As they walked through Lafayette Square, looking past the Jackson statue at the lovely tranquil facade of the White House, he sighed, “I wish I’d had a shot at places like this.  When I was in the U., I had to earn part of my way, and when I wasn’t doing that or studying, I guess I was roughhousing.  My gang were a great bunch for bumming around and raising Cain.  Maybe if I’d been caught early and sent to concerts and all that——­Would I have been what you call intelligent?”

“Oh, my dear, don’t be humble!  You are intelligent!  For instance, you’re the most thorough doctor——­”

He was edging about something he wished to say.  He pounced on it: 

“You did like those pictures of G. P. pretty well, after all, didn’t you!”

“Yes, of course.”

“Wouldn’t be so bad to have a glimpse of the old town, would it!”

“No, it wouldn’t.  Just as I was terribly glad to see the Haydocks.  But please understand me!  That doesn’t mean that I withdraw all my criticisms.  The fact that I might like a glimpse of old friends hasn’t any particular relation to the question of whether Gopher Prairie oughtn’t to have festivals and lamb chops.”

Hastily, “No, no!  Sure not.  I und’stand.”

“But I know it must have been pretty tiresome to have to live with anybody as perfect as I was.”

He grinned.  She liked his grin.

V

He was thrilled by old negro coachmen, admirals, aeroplanes, the building to which his income tax would eventually go, a Rolls-Royce, Lynnhaven oysters, the Supreme Court Room, a New York theatrical manager down for the try-out of a play, the house where Lincoln died, the cloaks of Italian officers, the barrows at which clerks buy their box-lunches at noon, the barges on the Chesapeake Canal, and the fact that District of Columbia cars had both District and Maryland licenses.