“I was. But I wasn’t allowed to remain in my sloth.”
“No—that serpent of a Duffield girl. I seem to remember Gage didn’t like her either. I didn’t, but undoubtedly Gage and I wouldn’t agree on reasons, would we? Well, where is she now?”
“Down on Long Island somewhere with Harriet Thompson, resting. She was pretty well fagged out with the months here.”
“Didn’t marry Carpenter, did she?”
“No. Apparently she didn’t or we might have heard of it.”
“Carpenter saved himself from the yoke of feminism just in time, perhaps.”
“I haven’t seen him lately.”
“He sits around the club all day and cools himself in case he should decide to keep an evening engagement and need to look fresh. I see him off and on. Doesn’t look happy, for a fact.”
“Anyway it’s none of our business, is it?”
Jerrold laughed.