"It's Jane. May I come in?"
She opened the door and entered. Bobs sat at work. She just looked at Jane, the same look of intense feeling which she had turned on her since her marriage.
"I wish you would not hate me so," Jane said directly. "We missed you out at the Chatfields' party, and ever since."
"I've been ill."
"Will you come and help us entertain Jerry's uptown friends on Wednesday? We both want you so much."
"Oh, I can't."
"I'm sorry. Jerry wants you, and I need you," she said, turning to go.
"I'll come," said Bobs.
"May I look at your work?" shyly.
"You won't like it."