"Got a date?"
"No. I was just trying to make up my mind what to do."
"I've invited myself to dinner. Let's get Mrs. Biggs to fix us up something and have it here."
"Don't you want to go somewhere, where it's gay?"
"Noisy, you mean? No. Can't you stand it here?" she added.
"It's awful, Bobs," he admitted.
"I'll go talk to the Biggs; you light the fire and mix the cocktails," she ordered.
When she returned, he was lighting candles, brushing up the hearth, and generally playing host.
"All's well, steak in the ice box, and plenty of other things. Jane ordered things kept ready for you all the time, it seems. Just like her, isn't it? I never knew any human being take so much thought for others as Jane does."
"Yes, she does."