"I will."
"We had a lovely time. Good night."
"Good night."
The door closed and Lillian went back to her living-room and looked it over.
Every cigarette had been properly extinguished in an ash tray. Every glass was right side up and unbroken. There had been no fights and no noise of any kind.
Hubert looked at the platter whereon six sandwiches still rested. Everybody had refused a second.
"They weren't as hungry tonight as they always used to be," he said. "Or maybe they're getting polite in their old age."
"Yes, they were very polite," said Lillian. She seemed to forget them then. She was silent for a whole minute, standing motionless in the center of the little room that was too pitiful to misuse. "God damn them," she blazed suddenly. "Coming around here being polite. Where do they get that stuff?"
