"But you can't tell what it looks like, even--"
"Well, at least I'll have seen it. Do give me my way about this. You'll enjoy it ..."
And leaning forward on that, she said to his hired driver: "Take us to Seventeenth and Canal Streets."
The shadow of disapprobation did not lift from Hugo's face.
"I had no idea," he said, boredly and somewhat stiffly, "that you took your new-thought so seriously."
Cally laughed brightly. "But then you never think women are serious, Hugo."
It was on the tip of her tongue to add: "Until it's too late." But she held that back, as being too pointedly reminiscent.
XXVIII
A Little Visit to the Birthplace of the Family; how Cally thinks Socialism and almost faints, and Hugo's Afternoon of Romance ends Short in the Middle.