“Betsy’s going to Paris,” she said. “What do you think of that?”
“Why don’t you go too?”
“You want to get rid of me? You can’t. By the way, how’s your solemn friend, Mr. Coltfoot?”
“All right,” he murmured, scratching away on his copy.
“And Eris? Do you ever see her, Barry?”
“Now and then.”
“Is it all over?”
“What?”
“Your affair with her——”
“Can it, Rosalind!——”