you never got the hay. Now that Jim was grown up, there was a new kind of emotion, and a whole new tangle of jealousies and values, far more complicated than any that had gone before. Motherhood was more intense than fatherhood, a force with which it was impossible to argue.
âWell,â Jeffrey said, âthere must be some girl who is almost good enough for Jim.â
âI wish you wouldnât joke about it,â Madge said. âI was thinking the other day, whenever I come to you with a problem, you try to pass it over. It doesnât help when Iâm worried, Jeffrey.â
âEverybodyâs worried,â Jeffrey said. âYou are, I am, everybody is.â
âJeff,â she said, âyou donât know what boys and girls are like now. He might marry her.â
âWho?â Jeffrey asked. âWho might?â
âSally Sales. Arenât you listening, Jeffrey?â
It had a sort of universal value. When he answered he could almost hear the same thing being said by a million other people.
âEvery time Jim speaks to a girl, you think heâs going to marry her,â Jeffrey said. âWhy donât you put your mind on Gwen? Now almost any minute Gwen might marryâone of the elevator boys or the man who fixes the telephone or someone.â
âOh, Gwen,â Madge said, and she laughed. âI donât see how you can help noticingâGwen isnât the type that attracts men at all.â
âThereâs the bell,â Jeffrey said. âThat must be Minot, now.â
There was one good thing about middle age. There might be new worries, but a lot of old ones were gone. There were a lot of things which you finally knew you could not do, so that it was logical to give up trying to do them. Jeffrey knew that he would never read all the books in the library, for exampleâthat it was impossible, simply because of the cold mathematics of time. He knew that he would never succeed completely in doing much that he had wished. There was a pack trip, for instance, which he had always wanted to take in the Rockies. He could think about it still, but he would never have the time. Among other things that he would never do or be, he knew finally that he would never be the sort of person that Minot Roberts was. He was not even sure that he cared much now for those attributes in his friend which he had admired for so long. His manner and his composure would never be like Minotâs and he would never have Minotâs sportsmanship or his code of honor or his generosity. Now, he was not sure that he wanted to be as far removed from the world as Minot.
Yet, when he saw Minot, he felt a great warmth of friendship for him and a certain wonder at how much that friendship had changed his life. If he had not met Minot Roberts years before in France, he would not have been where he was at all, but there was no use trying to be like Minot any longer.
Minotâs hair was gray, but his figure looked extraordinarily lithe. He looked as though he could ride as well as he ever could, and his gray eyes were just as keen and the set of his jaw was just as firm as in the past. The trouble was that he looked too young. Time should have changed him in some way, and he seemed impervious to change. As Minot stood near the cocktail shaker and the glasses, he reminded Jeffrey of one of those portraits that you see in advertisements of some rare old blended whisky. You could almost make up a caption to put beneath him as you saw him standing there. You might have called it âThe Portrait of a Gentleman Meeting His Old Friend,â the old friend being a bottle. You might have called it âAristocrats, Bothâ or âFifty Years in the Wood, but as Sound as Ever.â It was not right to think of Minot in that way. It was not loyal, but there it was.
âMinot,â Madge said, âitâs been ages.â
âMadge, dear,â Minot said.
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