Martie laughed, pleased at the frank audacity.
"You fit into it all so pleasantly!" he expanded his thought.
"I don't know why you say that," she answered, surprised. "I was born here. I belong here. I lived for years in New York without being able to demonstrate that I could do anything better!"
"Dryden has a great idea of what you can do," Silver suggested.
"Oh, well, John!" she laughed maternally. "If you've been listening to John—"
"I've HAD to listen to him," the novelist said mildly.
"Tell me," she said suddenly, "I don't want to say the awkward thing to him—has he got his divorce?"
He looked at her, amazed.
"Don't you correspond?"
"Twice a year, perhaps."