Having plunged into his office work with the same vigour with which he had attacked higher mathematics, Alfred had quickly gained the confidence of the elders of his firm, and they had already begun to give way to him in many important decisions. In fact, he was now practically at the head of his particular department with one office doing well in Chicago and a second office promising well in Detroit.
As for Jimmy, he had naturally started his business career with fewer pyrotechnics; but he was none the less contented. He seldom saw his old friend Alfred now, but Aggie kept more or less in touch with Zoie; and over the luncheon table the affairs of the two husbands were often discussed by their wives. It was after one of these luncheons that Aggie upset Jimmy's evening repose by the fireside by telling him that she was a wee bit worried about Zoie and Alfred.
“Alfred is so unreasonable,” said Aggie, “so peevish.”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed Jimmy shortly. “If he's peevish he has some good reason. You can be sure of that.”
“You needn't get cross with me, Jimmy,” said Aggie in a hurt voice.
“Why should I be cross with you?” snapped Jimmy. “It isn't YOUR fault if Alfred's made a fool of himself by marrying the last person on earth whom he should have married.”
“I think he was very lucky to get her,” argued Aggie in defence of her friend.
“Oh, you do, do you?” answered Jimmy in a very aggrieved tone.
“She is one of the prettiest girls in Chicago,” said Aggie.
“You're pretty too,” answered Jimmy, “but it doesn't make an idiot of you.”
“It's TIME you said something nice to me,” purred Aggie; and her arm stole fondly around Jimmy's large neck.
“I don't know why it is,” said Jimmy, shaking his head dejectedly, “but every time Zoie Hardy's name is mentioned in this house it seems to stir up some sort of a row between you and me.”
“That's because you're so prejudiced,” answered Aggie with a touch of irritation.
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