"How do you do? How do you do?" She shook hands. "Hello," said Meyers.
"How were the races?"
"Fine. They were just lovely. I had three winners."
"How did you do?" I asked Meyers.
"All right. I had a winner."
"I never know how he does," Mrs. Meyers said.
"He never tells me."
"I do all right," Meyers said. He was being cordial.
"You ought to come out." While he talked you had the impression that he was not looking at you or that he mistook you for some one else.
"I will," I said.
"I'm coming up to the hospital to see you," Mrs. Meyers said. "I have some things for my boys. You're all my boys. You certainly are my dear boys."
"They'll be glad to see you."
"Those dear boys. You too. You're one of my boys."
"I have to get back," I said.
"You give my love to all those dear boys. I've got lots of things to bring. I've some fine Marsala and cakes."
"Good-by," I said. "They'll be awfully glad to see you."
"Good-by," said Meyers. "You come around to the galleria. You know where my table is. We're all there every afternoon." I went on up the street. I wanted to buy something at the Cova to take to Catherine. Inside, at the Cova, I bought a box of chocolate and while the girl wrapped it up I walked over to the bar. There were a couple of British and some aviators. I had a martini alone, paid for it, picked up the box of chocolate at the outside counter and walked on home toward
