“Your coffee,” said the waiter.
“If I choose to have adventures, who are you to say No to me?” she said mockingly.
Felix did not answer.
4
“My paper is moving to Los Angeles this winter,” Rose-Ann said presently, in a casual tone.
“And I suppose,” he replied, in an equally casual way, “that you are going along....”
“I hope so,” she said. “The details aren’t settled yet, but I expect to go.... Perhaps very soon.”
“I forgot to tell you,” he remarked, “that I am writing another play.”
“I should like to see it before I go. Won’t you come in to see me occasionally? I’m going to stay in the studio until I leave. There’s no reason why we can’t be friends.”
“None whatever,” he said.