books yourself, you’ll believe she’s read every book that’s ever been published. My, how that gal can quote Dante and Homer and Housman—she must have a bookshelf of Bartletts! She’s hoping some man will seduce her but she’s had no luck yet—”
Mimi laughed.
“Why so bitter? She rebuff you, Bert?” she inquired, mockingly.
“Lord, no! I’m no saint but I have got taste. … There’s old Mrs. Crane that Bob Carroll married for her money, looking miserable as usual when Bob talks to that Scott flapper—if he doesn’t watch out he’ll be out of a home and back at work again. The old lady’s nobody’s fool—but, gosh, what’d she expect when she went cradle-snatching?”
“ Mr. Pepys, who’s the stunning-looking girl dressed in red who’s just come in?” Mimi inquired. The Carroll-Scott affair was of long standing and she knew all about it. Bert is forgetful, she thought, he’s made the same statement about Mrs. Carroll a dozen times. And the girl who had just entered was a beauty.