Alice Adams · Chapter 17 (2/2)

“I suppose so,” Russell said, absently; then he leaned forward. “I wish I could understand better why you were ‘sadly’ happy.”

Meanwhile, as Alice shed what further light she could on this point, the man ambitious to be a “multimillionaire” was indeed walking too much for his own good. He had gone to bed, hoping to sleep well and rise early for a long day’s work, but he could not rest, and now, in his nightgown and slippers, he was pacing the floor of his room.

“I wish I did know,” he thought, over and over. “I do wish I knew how he feels about it.”