Mentally he shook himself.
"And what about Jenny ?" he said.
Frank sat perfectly silent and still for an instant.

Then he spoke without heat.
"I'm not quite sure," he said.

"Sometimes I'd like to ...

well, to make her a little speech about what she's done, and sometimes I'd like to crawl to her and kiss her feet--but both those things are when I'm feeling bad.

On the whole, I think--though I'm not sure--that is not my business any more; in fact, I'm pretty sure it's not.