“That’s all right.”
There was a pause. Now that they had met they seemed to have little to say. She looked around. Presently she remarked:
“Everything looks quite fresh and clean.”
“It’s perfect.”
“Rather public, though,” said Peggy.
“Publicity is the paradoxical condition of the private’s life,” laughed Doggie.
Another pause.
“Well, how are you feeling?”
“First-rate,” said Doggie. “It’s nothing to fuss over. I hope to be out again in a month or two.”
“Out where?”