“Every one loves Gloria,” continued Terry.
“You love her?” asked Ruth. She felt that this man was confiding in her. She wondered if he had proposed to Gloria and if his suit was hopeless. She felt sorry for him, but even while she sympathized she could not keep the three husbands out of her mind. Three husbands were rather overwhelming, but four! Somehow, it didn’t seem quite right, even for so amazing a woman as Gloria.
“I should say I do love Gloria. Why, she lets me read everything I’ve written and always applauds. That’s one of the things I came for today. I’ve written that number for Dolly Derwent. Want to hear it?”
“Yes, please; I’d love to hear it.”
“Got to tell some one,” said Terry, and without waiting for further encouragement, he began singing in his queer, plaintive voice, that made his words sound even more nonsensical than they were, a song the refrain of which was:
“Any judge can recognize
A perfect lady by her eyes,
And they ain’t got nothing, they ain’t got nothing,
They ain’t got nothing on me.”
“Do you think that’ll get across? You know Dolly Derwent. Don’t you think that will suit her?”