She often brought Paris into their talks.

She spoke longingly of the shops and plays, and all she wanted to see over there.

And she almost succeeded in making him promise to take her over the following spring.
Joe was happy at such times, when she could make him leave business alone.

And although he had many relapses, when night after night he would sit by the table planning more horrible "junk for the Bronx," with an inner smile she saw how often her husband scowled at such labour now.
She heard of changes in the office.
"We 're still building junk," Nourse confided one day, "but it isn't quite as bad as before.

Joe wants the money just as hard, but he's plainly jarred by some of the jobs.