"That's it," I said tensely. "That's the thought that's killing me. One
can only be happy for a day or two."
"Oh, I wouldn't go so far as that," said Peter. "You have a pretty fair
time, you know, Clara. Old Bill's a good sort."
"Oh, Bill!" I said.
"I went to college with Bill. Maybe Bill hasn't any frills, but he's a
real man." He glared at Roger's drooping shoulders. "He's no tailor's
dummy anyhow."