ride. She thought it all out, just how she would dress and just where she would go, but all the time she knew full well that she was going to stay in bed.
At fifteen-minute intervals she reached for a cigarette and lay in bed smoking and torturing herself with worry. She had spoiled everything and where had she gotten the crust to do it with? That wasn't like her at all. God damn Louise. She felt that she couldn't live through the hours that must pass before she would know the outcome of her stupidity.
At length she fell to building air castles. Suppose Hubert wasn't angry at her and suppose Mrs. Scott was willing to bring suit against him? That would be great. She and Hubert could be married and then let Louise try to find something to pity her for. Gee, she'd be respectable and she'd have money besides. She wished she knew Mrs. Scott so she could judge better what the interview would be like.
All night long Lillian wondered, feared, hoped, and cursed. It was dawn when from sheer exhaustion she fell asleep. She slept so soundly that she did not hear the dumbwaiter bell ring to announce garbage collection, nor a half hour later did she hear the iceman trying to split the battery with his violent assaults on the bell.
It was while the iceman was so unprofitably occupied that Hubert sat in the living-room of his house waiting for Helen to come down to breakfast. She had been in bed when he had arrived the night before; so this would be the zero hour when he would tell her that he wanted to be free. He felt hot and uncomfortable. Gee, this would be a job. He wished young Hubert
