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There was no

He roused, reluctantly enough, but blithe and hungry He sang as he

splashed in his shower, chose his tie whistling, and went down the

staircase two steps at a time to a ravenous breakfast

Clayton was already at the table in the breakfast roo back

with the newspaper, his coffee at his elbow, the first cigarette of the

ht Sun to show themselves at the corners of his eyes

The lines of repression from the nostrils to the corners of the mouth

seemed deeper But his invincible look of boyishness persisted, at that

There was no aardness in Grahaht before, but he had already forgiven hi into his grapefruit

"Anything new?" he inquired casually

"You ood-naturedly

"I'll read going down in the car Can't stand war news on an e?"

"I think she is still sleeping"

"Well, I should say she needs it, after last night How in the world we

et together