“He is rather hard.”
“You know I think that boy’s got a future. But personally I don’t want him around.”
“Jake’s rather the same way.”
“He gives me the willys.”
“Well,” the count shrugged his shoulders. “About his future you can’t ever tell. Anyhow, his father was a great friend of my father.”
“Come on. Let’s dance,” Brett said.
We danced. It was crowded and close.
“Oh, darling,” Brett said, “I’m so miserable.”
I had that feeling of going through something that has all happened before. “You were happy a minute ago.”
The drummer shouted: “You can’t two time—”