“You are going to leave me?”
“Yes.”
“How about it, Bob?”
“Well, Dick, I’m no quitter, but for me it’s ‘goodnight, nurse.’”
“It’s no business of mine, I suppose, Dick,” Mrs. Harlan said, after a moment of awkward silence, “but we’ve been rather good friends for a long time. I wish you’d come with us.”
“And leave Lola?”
“Beat her to it; she’ll leave you, if you don’t.”
“I—I love her, Madge.”
“I know—well, good-bye, Dick; I’m going to pack.”
“Good-bye, Madge; I’ll see you again before you go.”