"Oh, yes," he said, "of course I did. I'm very fond of dining out."
She laughed contentedly. They had dined out only once this winter, and that was at his father's house. There was a long silence.
"Poor Rita," she sighed at last, "what's to become of her? She's not really happy, Jeff. I sometimes think——" she paused.
"What?"
"That she still thinks of you."
Jeff laughed. "I hope she does. Why, silly?"
"Simply because she never gives me the slightest reason to think that she does."
Jeff rubbed his nose thoughtfully.
"That's one too many for me."
"Don't you know that a woman always judges another woman by the thoughts she suppresses?"