“I don’t know, Archie,” he said, “whether you have ever seen me when my mind was completely dominated by a single purpose.”
“Sure I have. I’ve rarely seen you any other way. The purpose has always been to keep comfortable.”
“It isn’t now. It is — never mind. A purpose is something to achieve, not talk about. Get Saul if possible. Fred or Orrie would do, but I’d rather have Saul. Tell him to come at once and meet us — where can we meet?”
“Around here?”
“Yes. Between here and White Plains.”
“He’s to have a car?”
“Yes.”
“The Covered Porch near Scarsdale would do.”
“Tell him that. Phone Fritz that we are still delayed and ask him how things are. That’s all.”
I got out, but even at a risk I wanted to have it understood, so I poked my head in and asked, “What about dinner? Fritz will want to know.”