"And you, Jerry?"
"I'm glad we did it, Jane."
"In spite of everything?"
"Yes. Now that I'm getting acquainted with you I realize what a crazy thing it was for me to suppose I knew you."
"That was partly my fault."
"I think we hit it off as well as most of them."
"I suppose so. Is there anything that you very much want which I fail to give you, Jerry?"
"I don't think of anything, Jane."
She knew the minute she had put the question, how futile it was. She had impulsively sought an answer on one plane, and he was speaking from another.
"I may die, Jerry. I would like to think I had made you comfortable."