Gloria: My God! have I? Try a gum drop.
Anthony: My God! woman, you’re heartless.
Gloria: I’m Gloria Goodle—the Speed Girl, Coast to Coast Gloria.
Anthony: Coast to coast!—ashes to ashes! dust to dust! My love is dead.
(Then a thick impenetrable darkness descended on his mind—though you’d hardly notice the difference.)
The Dawning of a Brighter Day
At seven-thirty of the same evening, Anthony was sitting on the floor of the front room of his apartment, with three books before him—a child again playing with his stamp-albums—when Gloria and Dick came in.
“Anthony!” she cried, “your grandfather has died and left you a hundred million bucks.”
“Go ’way,” he answered with petulant gentleness, “I’ve got a five-pistache stamp of Jugo-Rumania and there isn’t any place for it in the damned old book.”
“Jugo-Rumania!” gasped Dick. “Ain’t that the truth? The poor gink’s got ’em. He always was a wet one.”