"Jealous! I? Of you, Miss Van Wyck?"
"Don't let's misunderstand again. I'm frightfully cheerful this afternoon. It mightn't happen again for weeks. I couldn't quarrel with fate itself. You did want Jerry to carry your doctrines out into the world with him, didn't you?"
"I'm not aware—"
"And I discovered him far too stodgy to endure. It wasn't so much that your philosophy and mine differed as the difference they made in Jerry. And so we clashed. I won."
I was silent.
"Didn't I, Mr. Canby?" she persisted, in her gentlest tone.
"Jerry is out of my hands, Miss Van Wyck," I managed coolly.
"And in mine?"
"Yes, in yours," after a pause.
She laughed softly.