Some people – not you or I because we are so self-possessed – but some people find great difficulty in saying goodbye when making a call or spending the evening somewhere. As the moment draws near, when the visitor feels that he is to go away, he stands up and says: “Well, I think I…” Then the people say: “Oh, must you go now ? Surley it’s early yet” and a pitiful struggle follows.
I think the saddest case of this kind that I ever know was that of my friend Melpomenus Jones – such a dear young man of twenty-three. He simply couldn’t get away from people. He was too honest to tell a lie and too polite to wish to appear rude.
Now it happend that he went to pay a visit to the Whites on the very first afternoon of his summer vacation. The next six weeks…
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