"I have a friend in the travel office. She tells me if anybody I know books passage home."
"Convenient."
"Yes."
The drinks came. There was a clatter of voices, speaking in a thousand tongues, laughing, crying, saying hello and good-bye and till we meet again. Susan turned her glass round and round in her fingers, and Durham watched her.
"I'm sorry, Lloyd. Sorry everything could not have turned out better."
"Yes. So am I."
"I hope you'll have better luck at home."
"Thanks."
Another silence in which Durham tried hard to figure her angle.
He said, "I heard you tried to talk your father into giving me another chance. Thanks for that."