Through the leaden drowse that cramped him the girl’s voice set Jimmy tingling. He stood beside Cassie constrainedly
without speaking in the dingydark hall. A smell of coffee and singeing toast seeped in from somewhere. Ruth came up behind them.
“All right Jimmy I’m ready.... I wonder if I’ve forgotten anything.”
“I dont care whether you have or not, I’m starving.” Jimmy took hold of her shoulders and pushed her gently towards the door. “It’s two o’clock.”
“Well goodby Cassie dear, I’ll call you up at about six.”
“All wight Wuthy ... So pleased to have met you Mr. Herf.” The door closed on Cassie’s tittering lisp.
“Wow, Ruth that place gives me the infernal jimjams.”
“Now Jimmy dont get peevish because you need food.”
“But tell me Ruth, what the hell is Mr. Oglethorpe? He beats anything I ever saw.”
“Oh did the Ogle come out of his lair?” Ruth let out a whoop of laughter. They came out into grimy sunlight. “Did he tell you he was of the main brawnch, dontcher know, of the Oglethorpes of Georgiah?”