At the end of the meal she said listlessly: "Where shall we go to-night?"
"Let's not go anywhere for a change," said Jack. "Let's have a fire in the library, and sit and talk."
That struck her as a pleasantly novel idea. "All right. I'm sick of the game to-night. And you're a restful person."
Jack smiled a little grimly, thinking that what he had to say to the lady would not exactly be restful.
When they were comfortably established before the fire, he began to lead up to it gradually.
"This society game is a funny one, isn't it?"
"How do you mean?"
"Well, here you are spending your life rushing around like a mad woman to teas and dinners and dances, theaters, operas, fashionable shows of every kind. What do you get out of it, really?"
"God knows!" she said wearily.
"When you're not tearing around to other peoples' shows you're having one of your own. Lord! what a gabbling mob! To hear them, you'd think they loved each other to death, and positively worshiped you. And as a matter of fact nobody gives a single damn!"