"I'll admit I don't like the way the cards are running," said
Susan. "But—they'll run better—sooner or later."
"Sure!" cried Sperry. "You needn't worry about the play.
That's all right. How I envy women!"
"Why?"
"Oh—you have Rod between you and the fight. While I—I've got to look out for myself."
"So have I," said Susan. "So has everyone, for that matter."
"Believe me, Mrs. Spenser," cried Sperry, earnestly, "you can count on Rod. No matter what——"
"Please!" protested Susan. "I count on nobody. I learned long ago not to lean."
"Well, leaning isn't exactly a safe position," Sperry admitted. "There never was a perfectly reliable crutch. Tell me your troubles."
Susan smilingly shook her head. "That'd be leaning. . . . No, thank you. I've got to think it out for myself. I believed I had arranged for a career for myself. It seems to have gone to pieces That's all. Something else will turn up—after lunch."
"Not a doubt in the world," replied he confidently.
"Meanwhile—there's Rod."