Gigolo by Edna Ferber Chapter 3 Page 11

“about your duty toward the town that gave you your money and all that kind of feudal rot because you know you don’t mean it. It bores you worse than it does me, really, but you like to think that the villagers are pulling a forelock when you walk down Normal Avenue. As a matter of fact they’re not doing anything of the kind. They’ve got their thumbs to their noses, more likely.”

Her husband protested rather weakly. “I don’t care. I like the old shack. I know the heating apparatus is bum and that we get the smoke from the paper mills, but — I don’t know — last year, when we had that punk pink palace at Cannes I kept thinking — — ”

Mrs. Gideon Gory raised the Leyden eyebrow. “Don’t get sentimental, Gid, for God’s