“I haven’t taken them over yet.”
“I heard that you had bought a place up in Westchester, but I asked Nancy, and she said she didn’t know. I don’t think Nancy appreciates you, Dick.”
“That so often happens.”
“I mean that seriously.”
“It’s a serious matter—being appreciated. The only person who I ever thought really appreciated me was Billy’s old aunt. Every time she saw me she used to say to me, ‘You’re such a clean-looking young man I can’t take my eyes off you.’”
“You are clean-looking, and awfully good-looking too.”
“Do you mind if I smoke, Betty?” Dick carefully disengaged his hand from her clinging fingers, and a look of something like intelligence passed between them, before Betty turned her ingenuous child’s stare on him again.
“Not if you’ll give me a cigarette, too.”
Dick fumbled through his pockets.