"Come in, Jimmie," she said. "I can't offer you any lunch because we have eaten it all up. But there's some coffee."
Jimmie entered with alacrity. He had come back from New York in a mood of great discontent, to meet the pleasant news that Anne Warfield was in town. He had flown at once to find her. If he had expected the Fatted Calf, he found none. Uncle Rodman left them at once. He had a certain amount of philosophy, but it had never taught him patience with Jimmie Ford.
Jimmie drank a cup of coffee, and talked of his summer.
"Saw your Dr. Richard in New York, out at Austin's."
"Yes."
"He's going to marry Eve."
"Is he?"
"Yes. I don't understand what she sees in him—he isn't good style."
"He doesn't have to be."
"Why not?"