"You know he would."
He swept away from her petulances to the thing which was for the moment uppermost in his mind. "I have had an offer, Eve, from Austin. He wants an assistant, a younger man who can work into his practice. It is a wonderful working opportunity."
"It would be wicked to throw it away," she told him, breathlessly, "wicked, Richard."
"It looks that way. But there's mother to think of, and Crossroads has come to mean a lot to me, Eve."
"Oh, but New York, Dicky! Think of the good times we'd have, and of your getting into Austin's line of work and his patients. You would be rolling in your own limousine before you'd know it."
Rolling in his own limousine! And missing the rhythm of big Ben's measured trot——!
"I think—she was the—most beautiful——"
As they motored to Winifred's, Eve spoke of his quiet mood. "Why don't you talk, Dicky?"
"It has been a busy day—I'll wake up presently and realize that I am here."
It was before he went down-stairs at the Dutton-Ames that he had a moment alone with Jimmie Ford.