The summer morn was on its way before they went to their beds.
"Your friend Christiansen is a real person, Jane," Jerry said.
"Our friend, Jerry," was her answer.
CHAPTER XIX
A long, rainy Sunday inaugurated Christiansen's visit. A cold, damp fog blew in off the Sound, and an open fire proved a comfort. Jerry went off to paint, Bobs disappeared, and Jane found herself alone with Christiansen, in the first intimacy they had known for months.
"How goes the adventure?" he asked.
"Merrily."
"You are glad you started on it?"
"Oh, yes."