Bobs inspected the hero again.
"I think he's a duck of a bambino," she said. "He looks quite human."
"Well, I should hope so," said his mother indignantly.
"This room looks like a garden, Jane."
"Isn't it lovely? Jerry is beggaring himself. All the dear people in the studios, the Brendons, even Althea, sent a tribute. And Martin sends flowers every day. I find I love being a part of this smooth mechanism. I like the things the nurse feeds me, and my importance. I'm ruined, probably."
Jerry came in.
"Hello, Bobs. Doesn't she look fine?"
"She does."
"Did she let you see the exhibit over here?"
"I forced her to, the unwomanly thing. She derides his manly beauty."