Salvina wrinkled her forehead vainly.
"No, you'll never guess after all these years! Moss M. Rosenstein!"
"Is it possible?" Salvina gasped. "Lily Samuelson!"
"But he must be an old man by now."
"Well, she isn't a chicken. And you thought it was such an outrage of him to ask for me. I suppose having once got inside the door to see me, he had the idea of aspiring higher."
"Oh, don't say higher, Kitty. Richer, that's all—and now, I should say, lower, inasmuch as Lily Samuelson stoops to pick up what you passed by with scorn. And picks him up out of Sugarman's hand, probably."
"Yes, it's all very well, and it's revenge enough in a way to think to myself what I do think to myself, when I see the young couple going on, and Moss is mortally scared of me, as I shoot him a glare, now and again. I shouldn't be surprised if he eggs them on to get rid of me. It would be too bad to be done out of everything."
"Well, we must hope for the best," said Salvina, kissing her. "After all, you can always get another place."
"I'm getting old," Kitty said glumly.