III.
The second day in New York he called her on the phone. “I’ve missed you so,” he said. “Have you missed me?”
“I’m afraid I have,” she said reluctantly.
“Much?”
“I’ve missed you a lot. Are you better?”
“I’m all right now. I’m still just a little nervous, but I’m starting work tomorrow. When can I see you?”
“When you want.”
“This evening then. And look—say that again.”
“What?”
“That you’re afraid you have missed me.”
“I’m afraid that I have,” Julia said obediently.
“Missed me,” he added.
“I’m afraid I have missed you.”
“All right. It sounds like a song when you say it.”
“Good-by, Dick.”
“Good-by, Julia dear.”
She stayed in New York two months instead of the fortnight she had intended, because he would not let her go. Work took the place of drink in the daytime, but afterw
