Mrs. Tillman. And you're still ideally happy aren't you, darling?
Jinny. Yes—
[She rises and goes to a table near the centre of the room and looks at the titles of several books without realizing what they are.
Mrs. Tillman. Why, Jinny,—what does that mean?
Jinny. Oh, it's all my horrid disposition!
Mrs. Tillman. Been seeing green?
Jinny. Um! Um! Once in Rome, and on the steamer, and again since we've been back.
Mrs. Tillman. Nothing serious?
Jinny. [Hesitatingly, she turns and faces her mother.] No—but the last time Jack was harder to bring around than before, and he looked at me for fully five minutes without a particle of love in his eyes, and they were almost—dead eyes!
Mrs. Tillman. What was it all about?