"I find I get a trifle bored with those of us who take it too lightly."
"That's a Janeism, Jerry."
He laughed at that. She ordered him home to dress and back for dinner, and he accepted gratefully—glad of anything to kill time and keep his mind off of his troubles.
He sat next Althea at dinner, and, for once, she failed to reproach him for past misdemeanours and devoted herself to being agreeable. Several parties were planned on the spot, and Jerry joined in with enthusiasm.
"It is nice to see you enjoying your vacation so much," Althea remarked.
"A broken heart worn on the sleeve is a sad sight, you know," he replied.
He plunged with desperation into such diversion as his uptown friends offered. He knew what was ahead of him in the night hours spent in the studio. The first week passed somehow. His friends said Jerry had never been so gay and such good company. Jerry could barely remember where they went or what they did.
Bobs came in one night in the second week, about six o'clock, as Jerry was deciding where to go.
"Hello, Jerry."
"Hello, Bobs."