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"Poor David!" sighed Jen, thinking of the young man cut off in the bloom of his youth.,"I have to leave in just five minutes," said Elinor, glancing at the big illuminated clock face. "I can't be late for criticism in the night life, you know.",Patricia watched, flying up the stairs two steps at a time, and she turned to Elinor, with her hand on the door.,"I've got it!" she exclaimed. "I'll make a study of a man and girl for the prize design, and I'll call it 'Two's company.' I'll have them looking at the ring on her hand, with a lovely rapt expression. Oh, how I wish it weren't Sunday tomorrow. I'm crazy to begin it.","Did he apologize for his use of it before or after the explanation?" was Jen's final question.,"We'll be along in a little while," replied Patricia easily. "Save a seat for us if you can.","Yis. It ole Dido," she said. "But ole Dido not lost. Dat great massa, he look after ole Dido.",Battersea himself knew nothing of its esoteric meaning, but to the negress the mention of the emblem conveyed a distinct understanding. She let her arms fall listlessly by her side, and, with an unseeing gaze, she stared at the green trees bathed in hot sunshine. After a moment or so she muttered to herself in negro jargon and clenched her hands.,"I promise you," replied Jen, with a look of stern determination in his face.,When Patricia came home from the library at half-past five, she was surprised to find Elinor stretched on the couch, with a thick comfortable drawn up to her chin, and her face gray and haggard.,"I'll give you the names later on, Mr. Inspector. In the meantime, be good enough to conclude your report of Battersea's confession. It interests me deeply.","Why should she be?" returned the other warmly. "Did she have any thought for anything but her own parade when she pretended to be sorry for you? There's such a thing as carrying virtue too far, my dear girl, and I think you're straining your charity with too fine a sieve.".