"Besieged! What a life these portrait painters lead," cried Christiansen.
"Mrs. Brendon comes Monday at ten. Will you come at the same hour on Tuesday?"
"Yes," she said, and laughed. "Good-bye, Mrs. Paxton. So nice to meet you."
Jane bowed silently. Adieux followed and their voices trailed off down the hall.
"Damned snobs!" remarked Bobs.
"I thought they behaved very well," said Jerry haughtily.
"Thank God I don't have to cater to them. You were just right, Jane. Kept them where they belonged."
"I'm afraid I was a failure. They didn't seem real to me. They were like people on the stage. I couldn't talk to them."
"You were all right. They were crazy about you," said Jerry.
Jane laughed at that and startled them both. She laughed so rarely.