It was an hour later, when the two girls had returned to Theresa's living-room, that Lillian turned once more to the subject of Hubert.
"He and I are honestly having a gorgeous time," she said. Her tone was cheerful but the cloud still lingered on her face. "I don't think I really made a mistake in giving up my job, Theresa."
"No?"
"No, do you now?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Oh, I have no right to butt in on other people's business, Lillian. I'd sooner not start talking to you about this."
"But I've asked you."
Theresa looked at her sharply for a moment and decided that Lillian didn't ask everybody about her personal affairs. "I think it's wrong," she said, "to be idle. I don't mean that in a Sunday-schoolish way, Lillian. I just mean that you enjoy things more if you're working and there's a line drawn between your work and your pleasures. You get kind of foggy if you have no set hours for doing things, and that's not right for your mind or your liver. Then there's another reason, too."
"What's that?"
"Suppose Hubert should leave you? What would you do?"
"He wouldn't leave me."
"If he did, what would you do?" Theresa pursued relentlessly.
