It was settled that way, and in due time Jerry departed, and Bobs arrived.
"My-o-me, but this is Paradise, Jane Judd, after the hot streets of New York," sighed Bobs, as they walked in the garden the night of her arrival.
"I could hardly bear to think of you in that studio these days. It must be an oven, with all that skylight."
"I've been too busy to notice."
"Too busy to eat, too, I judge by this thin hand," said Jane, patting the hand on her arm. "I'm going to give you such a dose of rest and fresh air that you will protest."
"Have rest and air done it to you, Jane? You have a sort of radiance about you."
"It's the moonlight," Jane smiled.
"How do you manage it, Jane?"
"Manage what, dear?"
"To keep your balance all the time? Not to be bowled over by your own emotions?"