Norry smiled. For some quite inexplicable rea¬
son, he suddenly felt older than Hugh.
“Yes, I said something. I said that I never expected you to fall in love with Cynthia.”
Hugh paused in taking off his socks. “Why lot?” he demanded. “She’s wonderful.”
“You ’re so different.”
“How different? We understand each other perfectly. Of course, we only saw each other for 1 week when I was down at your place, but we anderstood each other from the first. I was crazy about her as soon as I saw her.”
Norry was troubled. “I don’t think I can ex¬ plain exactly,” he said slowly. “Cynthia runs with a fast crowd, and she smokes and drinks—and fou ’re—well, you ’re idealistic.”
Hugh pulled off his underclothes and laughed as le stuck his feet into slippers and drew on a bath¬ robe. “Of course, she does. All the girls do now. She’s just as idealistic as I am.”
He wrapped the bath-robe around him and de¬ parted for the showers, singing gaily:
“Say it with music, Beautiful music; Somehow they ’d rather be kissed To the strains of Chopin or Liszt. A melody mellow played on a cello Helps Mister Cupid along— So say it with a beautiful song."
