Chapter 48

She made a sudden dive floorwards, stood on her hands and, with her feet waving in the air, began singing in a husky, thrilling contralto: “I’m in luck, I gotta boy, Fills his momma’s heart with joy— And believe me, Béchoux, you fill my heart with joy, too, old dear,” she added, standing up. “You’re a real sport to have got here so soon. Who’s the boy-friend?” “Jim Barnett. He’s an old—acquaintance,” said Béchoux, vainly attempting to control his twitching countenance. “Fine,” said Olga. “Well let’s hope be…