"She knows all our secrets, our economies, our loves, and hates. She mends us up, keeps us in order. Jane Judd is the law and order of our set. She glides among us, and we say everything we know before her, as if she were a wall."
"Gog and Magog! Do I have to listen to you ramble on about Jane Judd? She interests me about as much as a Wheeler and Wilson sewing machine. Come on to dinner."
Bobs rose and stretched herself luxuriously, with a yawn.
"Man is the most incomprehensible animal evolved from protoplasm," she remarked.
"That remark doesn't seem to have any point, Bobs, but I suppose it has."
"Thanks. From now on, I suppose only Bible allusions will have point to you."
"Well, there's nothing Biblical about Jane Judd."
"Humph! She might be the dim and vasty void out of which creation sprang."
"Good Lord!" cried Jerry, turning out the light. He took her by the elbow and led her out, closing the door on that conversation.