He walked around slamming closet doors importantly. He was in search of his suit coat which had been all the time on the couch beside him.
"Listen, Hubert, tell her that she isn't happy either the way things are. Explain to her, you know, she's never understood you and all."
"Yes, I will." He found his coat and put it on with brisk determination. "Well, so long, Lil, I'll be back for supper tomorrow evening."
"Good night, Hubert, I hope everything works out all right for us."
"So do I." He bent over and kissed her. She got up then and followed him to the door.
"Good night, Hubert."
"Good night, Lil. See you tomorrow."
There was a little delay in the garage. The men there had not expected that the Packard would be going out again that night and they had driven it close to the wall with three rows of cars in front of it. Hubert watched as other cars were shifted about to extricate the Packard. He played with the idea of going back to Lillian and telling her that something was wrong with the car and that none of the night men knew how to fix it. But she would undoubtedly tell him to take the Nash then. So long as he was going to inform his wife of Lillian's existence there would be no further need of concealing the roadster.
As a matter of fact Lillian would have done no such thing. Had he returned to the apartment then she would have let him go to bed without another reference to her unfortunate position. She was shocked and fright-
