"Well, good night, Rose," Lillian said, crushing out her cigarette. "I hope Milton Sills didn't miss you."
"Why don't you let your friends come up and get you?" asked Rose.
"Why should they bother you?"
"Oh, they wouldn't bother me."
"Apple sauce. See you tomorrow."
Lillian ran down the hall and out of the apartment. Rose sat for a minute in the pink lamplight. She felt cheated and annoyed. She looked out of the window in time to see a Packard glide away from her front door. Then she got up and went to Lillian's room. She wanted to see if Lillian had taken a nightgown.
