She had drawn her hand away at the sight of the box full. "I don't see Jim with them after all. Oh, how I hate that crowd!" All the ugly and disquieting realities she had put from her swept back with a rush. If only she could have had her one evening away from them! "I didn't think we should find them here—I thought Lita had been last week."
"Well, don't that crowd always keep on going to the same shows over and over again? There's nothing they hate as much as novelty—they're so fed up with it! And besides, what on earth do you care? They won't bother us."
She wavered a moment, and then said: "You see, Lita always bothers me."
"Why? Anything new?"
"She says she's tired of everything, Jim included, and is going to chuck it, and go in for the cinema."
"Oh, that—?" He manifested no surprise. "Well, isn't it where she belongs?"
"Perhaps—but Jim!"
"Poor Jim. We've all got to swallow our dose one day or another."
"Yes; but I can't bear it. Not for Jim. Look here, Stan—I'm going up there to join them," she suddenly declared.
"Oh, nonsense, Nona; they don't want you. And besides I hate that crowd as much as you do... I don't want you mixed up with it. That cad Staley, and the Keiler woman..."