"How was the Philadelphia show, Bobs?"
"What? And you stand here babbling about my doings when you got a first? Why, bless your old heart, I'm crazy about it!" he cried.
She came and put her two hands on his shoulders, looking into his face.
"Are you glad, Jerry?"
He put his hands over hers.
"I'm delighted. I'm proud of you."
She leaned her forehead against his coat. He felt her body shake, as she tried to swallow the sobs.
"What is it, honey-girl? What is the matter?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Only I'm so glad you're pleased, and so relieved you aren't engaged to Miss Morton."