"You'll find her reasonable, I think. You've got a chance now, Hugh.
Don't spoil it."
She turned to Leonard Dickinson, who sat on her other side….
When we got home I tried to conceal my anxiety as to Maude's impressions of the evening. I lit a cigarette, and remarked that the dinner had been a success.
"Do you know what I've been wondering all evening?" Maude asked. "Why you didn't marry Nancy instead of me."
"Well," I replied, "it just didn't come off. And Nancy was telling me at dinner how fortunate I was to have married you."
Maude passed this.
"I can't see why she accepted Hambleton Durrett. It seems horrible that such a woman as she is could have married—just for money.
"Nancy has an odd streak in her," I said. "But then we all have odd streaks. She's the best friend in the world, when she is your friend."
"I'm sure of it," Maude agreed, with a little note of penitence.
"You enjoyed it," I ventured cautiously.