“I had to wait quite a long while,” she said.
“Yes.”
He stood there, holding his hat. She walked up close to him: and put her arms around his neck, kissed him slowly, took his hat, and put it on the piano. “I love you very much,” she said.
Jimmie sat down. It was a pretty room. There was a fire going—a quiet fire. He leaned toward it.
“Audrey, I don’t love you.”
“I know. It’s dreadful, isn’t it?”
He nodded absently, lighted a cigarette, sighed a little. “Golly. I’m tired tonight.”
She laughed.
He looked up. She was sitting on the piano stool. “I told you, dope, that you’d be tired, and world-beaten—what is it? full of weltschmerz—and one of us Muskogewan girls would catch you!”
“It’s not that.” He grinned. “Audrey, you’re a devil.”