CHAPTER TENSerene
Mr. and Mrs. Ira Coldfield came in from the library; Ira had put on a lounge coat, and Georgette was in dark-red and black silk, with a high neck and long sleeves. They made a handsome, prosperous-looking couple, without a care in the world.
“Got something left for us there, Ames?” asked Ira. He smiled at Gamadge. “Don’t know where he gets his stuff, it’s better than mine.”
Ames was busy pouring from the big glass shaker. “And when I mix,” he said, “I always expect company. Here you are, Georgy. Here you both are.”
Georgette put a cigarette into her long ivory holder and Gamadge lighted it. She said to nobody in particular: “I see Jimmie dragged little Smyth in with him. Why in the world?”
“Well, after all, Georgy,” murmured Ames, “it used to be a regular thing.”
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