Jane hesitated a moment, then took it with a bow, and went to the door.
"Good-night, Jane Judd," said Bobs.
"Good-night," the woman answered mechanically.
"Night," said Jerry, searching for cigarettes among his impedimenta.
"Queer creature, that," Bobs mused.
"What's that?"
"Jane Judd. What do you suppose she thinks of us all?"
"God knows, and I care as little as He does."
"I care. I'd like to know her. She's like steel, clean-cut, shining, efficient, silent, unbreakable."
"Is she? I've never noticed," said Jerry indifferently.