to think that ’Lalie Hoskins’d marry a man with all the money Crosby’s got. Why, I used to pull her hair in school—she sat right in front of me,” he volunteered admiringly when Mimi did not join in his enthusiastic praises of the current number of the Follies .
“So you know Mrs. Crosby well, then?” Mimi asked, not so much to gain further information as to keep the fast-dying conversation going.
“Know her? I should say I do! Why, she and I used to be sweethearts when we was little—I used to carry her books home from school.”
Mimi regretted at once her unwise question, for her companion went at great length into the course of the childhood love affair he had had with the to him resplendent woman who sat at the head of the long table. Oh, well, she concluded philosophically, as the story went on and on, he doesn’t expect comments from me, so I won’t have to listen. She looked about her and examined the queerly assorted lot, ignoring Bert Bellamy’s grin of amusement as he nodded towards the gentleman from Iowa who was regaling Mimi with his childhood reminiscences.