“What industry?”
“I’m going to collaborate with our friend in the new book he’s talking about,” replied Huckaby, with a surviving touch of boastfulness. “There is also a possibility of my taking over the secretaryship of the Anthropological Society.”
“You’re lucky,” said Lena Fontaine.
“How’s goodness with you?”
“The usual slump. Shares going dirt cheap. No one seems to have any use for virtue in a woman.”
“Husbands seem to have, as I’ve already suggested to you.”
“Have you any particular husband to suggest?”
He cast on her a glance of admiration, for in her outward seeming she was an object for any man’s forgivable desire, and he said in a tone not wholly of banter:
“The humble individual in front of you would have no chance, I suppose?”
She laughed. “None whatever.”