real domestic Chianti. Well, we got to talking and telling our ideas and so on, and come to find out, poor kid, she was pretty near as lonely in New York as I was.
And then every time I blew into the Big Burg—alone—I'd see her, and—
Now say, her relations and mine was just as pure as the driven snow. Maybe I'd kiss her in a taxicab, or something like that, and tell the truth I don't know how far I'd 've gone if I'd got her off to Atlantic City or something like that, but my God, with my position and my responsibilities, both financial and social, I didn't want to get into no complications. To tell the truth (and I'd never tell another living soul but you), one evening I did go up to her flat— But only that once! And I got scared, and just used to see her at restaurants.
But be the cause what it may, our relations were entirely and absolutely friendly and intellectual, and know what she told me?
When I told her what I thought of her work—and to me, and I told her so, she's the best greet-
