“Oh, that’ll come off, as you said the other day.”
“Marriage?”
“Yes!”
“Good for John! I’m glad he won. He was a long time waiting.”
Nelsen nodded. He was thoughtful once more. But he shook off the mood and asked: “What are you doing, Breen?”
“Getting ready for spring.”
“That’s so—spring’ll be here in a week or two. Going out to the country as usual?”
“Yes, I’ve gathered a bunch of canvases and plenty of tubes, etcetera, and off I’ll go.”
“Going to Connecticut again?”
“Yes, that’s the only country for a landscape painter.”