"Cripes! Why, pussy's got claws! You don't say! What's she been up to? Crossing the heart line?" he added, possessed always with the idea that he had divined the cause of her troubles.
"No. Tried to double-cross me with a friend—but one that counted! However, if she's bounced, all right! No need to bother you!"
"No hurry, no hurry, kid!" he said, with profound disdain for the forty-odd clamorers in the outer purgatory. "Don't get a chance to look you over often. Well, how's the heart?"
She laughed.
"What's that mean—worse?"
"Perhaps!"
He shifted his cigar.
"Better get to work!"
"Be patient!" she said, shaking her curls. "Only three months more!"