“She’s not morbid; she’s mad.”
“I’m neither morbid nor mad. It’s a splendid way of amusing yourself; better than imagining the chairs in front of you at a concert quietly collapsing.” They were scarcely listening. Both of them were depending on each other to listen and answer.
“Do you still go to Ruscino’s every night Miriam?”
“With the Spaniard? How is the Spaniard?”
“He’s eaten up with dizizz.”
“With what?”
“That’s what Miss Scott says.”
“All the doctors are prescribing for him.”
“Did they tell her?”