"Listen, Lil, I wouldn't get rid of the Packard. I'll tell you why: A guy's got to look like somebody if he wants people to think he is somebody. I can't afford to sack the Packard, see? It's my mark of prosperity. Like that guy I approached today about a job. He was impressed with me. He figured I wasn't down and out because I had the Packard. See what I mean?"
"But he didn't offer you much money," Lillian pointed out.
"Say, five thousand isn't so little. Do you know there are guys who figure themselves made when they struggle up to that amount? I'm turning it down because I don't think it's enough for me, but don't get the idea that it isn't much."
Lillian felt properly squelched. She drank her coffee in silence and began immediately on the dishes. Hubert went to the bedroom and got into his bathrobe and slippers. Anna had invited them over to her apartment for the evening, but Hubert had forgotten, and Lillian, seeing that he was tired, did not remind him. He fell asleep on the couch and when the Sullivans came over to see what had delayed Lillian and Hubert he did not awaken.
"I think Louise and Billy will be over," Anna said. "They'll want to tell you the news."
"Louise is going to have a baby, I suppose," Lillian said.
"No, this is good news. I oughtn't to tell you, though. They'll want to tell you themselves."
"Maybe it's just as well that you don't tell me, then," Lillian said.
