"Yes—to something where no one gets a look-in except Lester Spencer.
They're looking for his kind to run the picture business!"
"Roody—Bleema—please! Just look at poor grandma! Mr. Feist, I must apologize."
"He's a nix, an empty-headed—"
"He is—is he? Well, then—well, then—since you force me to it—right here in front of Mr. Feist—Lester Spencer and I got engaged to-day! He's the only man in my life. We're going to be married right off, in time for me to sail for France with the company. He's going to talk to you when he gets back from Horseshoe Bend. We're engaged! That's how much I think of Lester Spencer. That's how much I know he's the finest man in the world. Now then! Now then!"
There was a note in Miss Pelz's voice that, in the ensuing silence, seemed actually to ring against the frail crystal. She was on her feet, head up, tears drying.
"Blee-Bleema!"
"Moms darling, aren't you happy? Isn't it wonderful—moms?"
"Roody! For God's sake, Bleema, you're choking your father to death! Roody, for God's sake, don't get so red! Williams—some water—quick! Roody!"
"I'm all right. All right, I tell you. She got me excited. Sit down,
Bleema—sit down, I said."
"Pelz, if you don't mind, I think maybe I'd better be going."