"Wear the gray and flame gown, will you, Jane?" Jerry said to her, when she went to dress.
"Certainly."
He fussed about nervously, until she reappeared. She looked her best. This gown of flame-coloured chiffon, veiled with chiffon of deep gray, was one of Jerry's masterpieces.
"You look like the leading lady, Jane," he said approvingly.
"Thank you. I hope I can play it."
Her calm was not entirely genuine. She did not in the least care, for herself, what impression she made upon these people, but she realized how much it meant to Jerry. He had been in a nervous stew all day.
Bobs came in at five, very set of face, and ill at ease. Jerry greeted her over-enthusiastically. Jane saved the situation.
"Jerry, you know how to dress her," Bobs remarked.
"Funny we never noticed her points."
"I did."