"I want to go out with my husband all day long. I want him to talk only to me and listen only to me."
"What's to stop us?" Michael asked. "What party intends to prevent me from seeing my wife alone on Sunday? What party?"
"The Stevensons. They want us to drop by around one o'clock and they'll drive us into the country."
"The lousy Stevensons," Mike said. "Transparent. They can whistle. They can go driving in the country by themselves. My wife and I have to stay in New York and bore each other tˆte-…-tˆte."
"Is it a date?"
"It's a date."
Frances leaned over and kissed him on the tip of the ear.
"Darling," Michael said. "This is Fifth Avenue."
"Let me arrange a program," Frances said. "A planned Sunday in New York for a young couple with money to throw away."
"Go easy.