"Crazy about Con?"
"He's here a good deal."
"How does Freddie take it?"
"Between cocktails," returned Dee laconically.
Pat thought for a moment. "Is Con getting tired of him?"
"Wouldn't you be?"
"I? Oh, I'd be sick to death of any man in a month! But I thought Con would turn into the domestic breeder kind."
"I don't blame Con so much. Freddie's quit his business for drink. They're miles in debt. Con's more extravagant than ever. That's the reason they're living here on Father. Pretty boring for him. He's getting sore, too."
"No wonder. The house is like a pig pen."
"Con doesn't pay any attention to it. She hasn't any interest in anything except clothes, and men—principally Scott."