“I'll be in Chicago to-morrow, barring wrecks.”
“You might have let me show you our more or less fair city.”
“I've shown it to myself. I've seen Riverside Drive at sunset, and at night. That alone would have been enough. But I've seen Fulton market, too, and the Grand street stalls, and Washington Square, and Central Park, and Lady Duff-Gordon's inner showroom, and the Night Court, and the Grand Central subway horror at six p. m., and the gambling on the Curb, and the bench sleepers in Madison Square—Oh, Clancy, the misery——”
“Heh, wait a minute! All this, alone?”
“Yes. And one more thing. I've landed Horn & Udell, which means nothing to you, but to me it means that by Spring my department will be a credit to its stepmother; a real success.”
“I knew it would be a success. So did you. Anything you might attempt would be successful. You'd have made a successful lawyer, or cook, or actress, or hydraulic engineer, because you couldn't do a thing badly. It isn't in you. You're a superlative sort of person. But that's no reason for being any of those things. If you won't admit a debt to humanity, surely you'll acknowledge you've an obligation to yourself.”
“Preaching again. Good-by.”
“Fanny, you're afraid to see me.”
“Don't be ridiculous. Why should I be?”
“Because I say aloud the things you daren't let yourself think. If I were to promise not to talk about anything but flannel bands——”