She looked him over with a sober air, her gaze passing for a moment over his soft hat pulled down over the eyes, his rough clothing, the cigarette in his fingers (he hadn't really begun rigid training yet), and then shrugged.
"Of course, I can have no objection," she said coolly.
Jerry threw the cigarette away.
"I suppose you think it's very curious to see me down here at Finnegan's," Jerry repeated.
No reply.
"I've been there on—er—a matter of business—with—with Flynn. He's my athletic instructor, you know. It's a sort of secret. I—I'm supposed to belong up town."
"Oh, are you?" Still, I think, the cool, indifferent tone.
"You know I—I'm awfully glad to see you. I've been hunting for you ever since I came out of the—the asylum—you know."
It must have pleased her that Jerry should have remembered her phrase.
"Really!" her tone melting a little. "It's pleasant to be—remembered."