“Well, I’m—I’m telling you now.”
My sympathy was quite genuine.
“Thanks, old boy. I can see—I can see how hard it must have gone with you.”
“How hard it’s going, Frank. There’s a difference in tense. If you knew her better—”
“I’m not sure that I care to know her better; and that, old man, isn’t said out of rudeness. I don’t belong to her world any more; and I’d rather not try to get back into it.”
“Oh, get out! As a matter of fact I’m going to take you to see her.”
“You needn’t do that, because she asked me to come.”
“Right off the bat like that? The first time she’d ever seen you?”
“It wasn’t exactly that. She knew my brother Jack; and my cousin, Annette van Elstine, is a friend of hers.”