"Yes."
"Gosh"—and then faintly—"I didn't know it'd really be anything like that." Again she thought a minute. "We can have a house like George Tompkins'."
"I don't want an interior-decoration shop."
"Forty thousand a year!" she repeated again, and then added softly: "Oh, Roger——"
"Yes?"
"I'm not going out with George Tompkins."
"I wouldn't let you, even if you wanted to," he said shortly.
She made a show of indignation.
"Why, I've had a date with him for this Thursday for weeks."
"It isn't Thursday."