Gigolo by Edna Ferber Chapter 2 Page 49

This last year had been one of almost unendurable bottling up. At first he had timidly sought the less assertive ones of his kind. Mild old men who sat in rockers in the pavilion waiting for lunch time. Their conversation irritated him. They remarked everything that passed before their eyes.

“There’s a boat. Fella with a boat.”

A silence. Then, heavily: “Yeh.”

Five minutes.

“Look at those people laying on the grass. Shouldn’t think it was warm enough for that� . Now they’re getting up.”

A group of equestrians passed along the bridle path on the opposite side of the lagoon. They made a frieze against the delicate spring greenery.