“At a club.”
“And leave me in this spooky place alone? I won’t stay.”
“Don’t you see that I cannot take you around town at this hour of the night looking for lodgings?”
“I’ll go in the bedroom, and you can sleep on the couch. I won’t stay here alone.”
Eventually he telephoned a friend of his, named Miss Jane Judd. He invited her to stay with Isabelle. He even went and brought her and explained to her that he would call for Isabelle in the morning.
“Oh, Jerry, don’t leave me,” cried Isabelle, clinging to him. “I don’t want to stay with this strange woman. I want to go with you—always, Jerry—because I love you so. Won’t you take me, Jerry?”
“Don’t be a little goose, Isabelle.”
“Please don’t hate me, Jerry,” she sobbed.
“I don’t hate you when you’re sensible.”
“Won’t you call me Cr-Cricket, just once, Jerry?”