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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: of the nights when I used to rout you out. . . How's the play,
by the way? There IS a play, I suppose? It's as safe to ask you
that as to say to some men: 'How's the baby?'"
Denver laughed good-naturedly, and Granice thought how thick and
heavy he had grown. It was evident, even to Granice's tortured
nerves, that the words had not been uttered in malice--and the
fact gave him a new measure of his insignificance. Denver did
not even know that he had been a failure! The fact hurt more
than Ascham's irony.
"Come in--come in." The editor led the way into a small cheerful
room, where there were cigars and decanters. He pushed an arm-
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