JINNY. We've been home two weeks and it hasn't been hot yet.
MRS. TILLMAN. And you're still ideally happy aren't you, darling?
JINNY. Yes--
[_She rises and goes to a table near the centre of the room and looks
at the titles of several books without realizing what they are._
MRS. TILLMAN. Why, Jinny,--what does that mean?
JINNY. Oh, it's all my horrid disposition!
MRS. TILLMAN. Been seeing green?
JINNY. Um! Um! Once in Rome, and on the steamer, and again since we've
been back.
MRS. TILLMAN. Nothing serious?
JINNY. [_Hesitatingly, she turns and faces her mother._] No--but the
last time Jack was harder to bring around than before, and he looked at
me for fully five minutes without a particle of love in his eyes, and
they were almost--_dead_ eyes!
MRS. TILLMAN. What was it all about?
JINNY. Ruth Chester, principally.
MRS. TILLMAN. Why Ruth?
JINNY. Well, the first real scene I made was in Rome in the Vatican. I
was jealous of her; I can't explain it all to you--as a matter of fact,
it hasn't been all explained to _me_! Something was troubling Ruth that
Jack knew, and he said he'd help her.
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