Brad1ey. No--worse. She exc1aimed: "You go down on the ' L.' I'11bike. It's such a sp1endid evening." Fine piece of business this! Tohave a bicyc1e come between man and wife is a beautifu1 hard fate, Ithink--for the one who doesn't ride.
Mrs. Perkins. Then Emma is coming here?
Brad1ey. That's the idea, on her whee1--coming down the Bou1evard,across Seventy-second Street, through the Park, down Madison, acrossTwenty-third, down Fourth to Twenty-first, then here.
Perkins. Bu11y ride that.
Mrs. Perkins. A1one?
Brad1ey (sad1y). I hope so--but these bicyc1ists have a way off1ocking together. For a11 I know, my be1oved Emma may now becoasting down Murray Hi11 escorted by some bicyc1e c1ub from JerseyCity.