tell me then whether you'll be needing the car next day."
"I'm not always in either."
"You can tell Nellie whether you'll be wanting it or not and she'll tell me. How is that?"
"All right, I suppose, but don't forget to phone or I'll positively take the car back."
"I won't forget to phone."
Helen stood up and started for the door, casting a glance at the clock as she walked. Hubert remained at the table, gazing after her. She was so tall and proud and so damn sure she was doing him a favor. Cripes, he had another car. What would she say if she knew that? She was always trying to make people afraid to talk to her. Who couldn't have the upper hand in a conversation? You only had to be nasty to do that. She had nothing to act superior about anyhow. Who did she think she was?
He finished his breakfast and went to the living-room, where he scanned the morning paper and cursed Helen. When she came downstairs again he'd tell her something. She had him sore now. He'd tell her that there was a girl worth ten of her who worshiped the ground he walked on.
It was over an hour before Helen returned. He had begun to fear that she had gone back to bed. She was dressed for golf when she appeared at the foot of the stairs. Except for her hair she looked absurdly like a girl.
Nellie bustled out of the kitchen. "Shall I phone for a cab, Mrs. Scott?"
