It went easily, and there could be only one asset arising from it in the end--his own sense of disgust.
"So glad to see you, Monty," greeted Mrs.Dan, glowingly, coming in with a rush.

"Come upstairs and I'll give you some tea and a cigarette.
I'm not at home to anybody." "That's very good of you, Mrs.Dan," said he, as they mounted the stairs.

"I don't know what I'd do without your help." He was thinking how pretty she was.
"You'd be richer, at any rate," turning to smile upon him from the upper landing.

"I was in tears half the night, Monty, over that glass screen," she said, after finding a comfortable place among the cushions of a divan.

Brewster dropped into a roomy, lazy chair in front of her and handed her a cigarette, as he responded carelessly: "It amounted to nothing.