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DICK fatuously imagines that PARAMORE is some one he has previously met in ANTHONY'S house. DICK: She's now in her prime. Her latest is "I'll say so!" MAURY: I've done pretty well on this bottle. I've gone from "Proof" down to "Distillery." Said good-by to them one afternoon at five and darned if they didn't appear about two in the morning.
The time required for quiet to descend upon the room like a monstrous pall may be estimated at two minutes, though for a short period after that the phonograph gags and the notes of the Japanese train song dribble from the end of TANA'S flute. Of the nine people only BARNES, PARAMORE, and TANA are unaware of the late-comer's identity.
The man with him is EDWARD SHUTTLEWORTH, and it is he who seizes PARAMORE by the shoulder and deflects the course of his fall away from the venerable philanthropist.
One of your Japanese melodies? How you call? railroad song. So call in my countree. Like train. It go so-o-o; that mean whistle; train start. Then go so-o-o; that mean train go. Go like that. Vera nice song in my countree. Children song. PARAMORE: It sounded very nice. TANA: I fix high-ball for gentleman? PARAMORE: "No, thanks.
BARNES and PARAMORE have been engaged in conversation upon some wholesome subject, a subject so wholesome that MR. BARNES has been trying for several moments to creep into the more tainted air around the central lounge. MAURY: Fred, I imagined you were very broad-minded. PARAMORE: I am. MURIEL: Me, too. I believe one religion's as good as another and everything.
From the crevice there suddenly issues again the melody of the Japanese train song this time not a practice, surely, but a performance, a lusty, spirited performance. The phone rings. PARAMORE: Hello.... Yes.... No, he's not here now, but he'll be back any moment.... Butterworth? Hello, I didn't quite catch the name.... Hello, hello, hello. Hello! ... Huh! Paramore replaces the receiver.
PARAMORE: It's good to see you, Anthony. I'm stationed in Stamford, so I thought I'd run over. After a struggle of parturition his memory gives up the fragment "Fred," around which he hastily builds the sentence "Glad you did, Fred!" Meanwhile the slight hush prefatory to an introduction has fallen upon the company.
PARAMORE: I guess so. The Japanese told me they'd be back shortly. MAURY: Suppose we have a drink. PARAMORE: No, thanks. I don't use it. MAURY: Mind if I do? PARAMORE: Oh, many things. I've led a very active life. Knocked about here and there. MAURY: Oh, been over to Europe? PARAMORE: No, I haven't unfortunately. MAURY: I guess we'll all go over before long. PARAMORE: Do you really think so?
But when he arrived there, instead of comfort, they showed him the face of the door alone; for the news of his loss was before him, and Master Paramore was a sound, prudent man, and a high member of the town council. It is said that they even gave him notice to pay for Betsy's wedding-clothes, now that he was too poor to marry her.
I've been doing a good deal of social-service work. MAURY: Oh! PARAMORE: At present I'm doing service work in Stamford. Only last week some one told me that Anthony Patch lived so near. Then there enter the room in a body ANTHONY, GLORIA, RICHARD CARAMEL, MURIEL KANE, RACHAEL BARNES and RODMAN BARNES, her husband. ANTHONY: Well, I'll be darned. How are you? Mighty glad to see you.
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