I went along the hall to my room and tossed my hat on the bed. The door leading to Judy’s sitting room was open, and I could hear Polly Wagner’s voice.
“So that’s that, darling. And look, Judy . . . it’s not any of my business, but the trouble with you, darling, is that you just don’t know anything about Life.”
I stood there, just frankly listening.
“I mean, if you’d had a husband who was never . . . never himself, and who . . . well, who had everybody in the house so terrified that no servant would stay, and my Scotty got so he’d crawl under the sofa when he heard his voice, and if we had guests I never knew whether there was going to be a horrible scene . . . And here, just because Clem took his first wife out to lunch . . . And you know I bet—that’s me going Western . . . I hope I le
