"Not much of a wiz to get that slam about a perfect hostess. As if one
couldn't believe in Man and fruit salad at the same time."
Roger put his arm about her. "We can, but then, you know, we are
exceptional people."
"Because, really, I should loathe beet soup and pickled fish and those
Russian foods."
"Honey and violet stems for ours." Roger bent to kiss her and Anne ran
her fingers through his hair, stopped abruptly and said:
"She's really a terribly lonely soul, for all her world interests."
"I shouldn't wonder. She didn't mention any relatives, after her
childhood, did she?"
When they came again into the house Roger picked up the Anderson case
and went over to the couch. Anne began clearing the table. As she
gathered up the doilies, she asked carelessly:
"What's the salary?"
"Forty. And expenses," Roger answered, making notes on the margin of
a sheet. "Outside cases if I want to. But I shall not take any for a
while--anyhow."
Anne went into the kitchen without comment.