“And aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”
“Awfully.”
“I’m told that you’re never in your office, that you’ve let your practice go to smash, that your partners are on the point of casting you into the outer darkness.”
“Oh, that’s true,” he said wearily. “I’ve practically withdrawn from the firm, Nellie. I didn’t bring any business in. It’s even possible that I kept some of it out. I’m a moral and physical incubus. In fact, John Kenyon has almost told me so.”
“Well, what are you going to do about it?”
“Do?
A Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse—and thou.
If you’ll come with me, Nellie.”
There was no response of humor in Nellie Pennington’s expression.