Andy: This is Miss Darcy Cole. Put her through as you did me, only more so.
Gloria Greene
Darcy tucked it carefully into her imitation-leather roll, saying:
“It’s awfully good of you to take all this trouble for me.”
“Oh, it isn’t for you entirely. Call it part of my contribution to the general welfare. It gives me a pain in my artistic sense to see a woman-job spoiled; like a good picture daubed over by a bad amateur. So if I can rescue you as a brand from the burning and put you back on earth, a presentable human, I’ll feel like a major of the Salvation Army. That’s why I’ve decided to take you in hand. And may Heaven have mercy upon your body!”
“Amen!” confirmed Darcy piously, feeling for the introductory note.
“Only,” added Gloria slowly, “I want to be clear on one point. I’d like to know for whom I’m really doing this.”
“Why, for me, of course,” said Darcy, big-eyed.
“Not for any one else?”
“Who else should there be? I told you there wasn’t any—”