coats and flung them upon the bed in the other room. She talked as she mixed the drinks and laughed a great deal.
"I hear you sold the Nash," Billy said. "I wish I had known you wanted to. I'd have bought it." His tone was one of extreme boredom. It was really no great matter. One buys so many cars.
"Billy is rolling in wealth nowadays," Anna said. "I'm surprised he talks to us."
"Making out well, Billy?" Hubert asked.
Billy became apologetic. "Don't pay any attention to her," he said. "She thinks a guy who broadcasts is lousy with money. You know how it is, Scotty, I pull through."
Lillian served the drink and conversation perished while the experimental sip was taken.
"That's gorgeous, Lillian," Anna said.
Everybody agreed and discovered that there wasn't anything else to say about anything in the world.
Hubert was sullenly quiet. Lillian asked Billy how he sang in the studio. Louder or softer than usual?
"About the same," said Billy.
"Oh."
Silence. Conversation was very scarce, but they got along the best they could till the sandwiches came. Lillian put them on a plate and handed them around.
Anna said they were gorgeous.
At twelve o'clock the Sullivans and the Fishers departed.
"Now don't be a stranger, Lillian," the girls said. "Come around any time at all."
