“Don't go yet. I'm coming up. I want to tell you something.”
A moment later Connie opened the door, and closed it carefully behind her.
“Is Bertie asleep?”
“Yes.”
“It's all over!” she announced tragically. “Gerald and I have had an awful quarrel, and he swears he'll never live to see another dawn.”
“Of course he won't, I doubt if he has ever seen one. What's his trouble?”
“Everything! He wants me to sit at his feet every hour in the day and adore him, and how can I adore a man who is afraid of a bumblebee, and can't drive, and sleeps with an umbrella over his head to shut out the light? I just simply can't stand him another minute!”
“But, Connie, you were so crazy about him, you wouldn't listen to a word against him.”
“I know it. I've been a perfect little idiot.” Connie was sobbing now on Miss Lady's shoulder. “The first time I saw him he'd just gotten home from Europe. He was playing at a concert. Everybody said he was a genius, and his eyes were so wonderful, and I had never seen anybody like him. The more he snubbed me the crazier I got about him. It wasn't until Cousin Don came back that I saw him as he really is.”
Miss Lady patted the heaving shoulders, but said nothing.