“That's a fact, isn't it!” He managed to get some surprise into his voice.
“How Joe objected to your coming! Poor Joe!”
“Do you ever see him?”
“Hardly ever now. I think he hates me.”
“Why?”
“Because—well, you know, K. Why do men always hate a woman who just happens not to love them?”
“I don't believe they do. It would be much better for them if they could. As a matter of fact, there are poor devils who go through life trying to do that very thing, and failing.”
Sidney's eyes were on the tall house across. It was Dr. Ed's evening office hour, and through the open window she could see a line of people waiting their turn. They sat immobile, inert, doggedly patient, until the opening of the back office door promoted them all one chair toward the consulting-room.
“I shall be just across the Street,” she said at last. “Nearer than I am at the hospital.”
“You will be much farther away. You will be married.”