Peter grunted. His gaze was centered not on Hy's friend Betty, but on the slim familiar figure at the right.
“Just you two?”
“Sue came in. Look here, Pete, I'm generous. We're going to cut it in half. I get Betty, you get Sue.”
Peter, deepening gloom on his face, sat down abruptly on the bed.
“Easy, my son,” observed Hy sagely, “or that girl will be going to your head. That's your trouble, Pete; you take 'em seriously. And believe me, it won't do!”
“It isn't that, Hy—I'm not in love with her.”
There was a silence while Hy removed garments.
“It isn't that,” protested Peter again. “No, it isn't that. She irritates me.”
Hy took off his collar.
“Any—anybody else there?” asked Peter.