Chapter 58

"He will go, anyway. I've sent in for his dress clothes and he's been trying on his dinner coat. It's--oh, frightfully loose over the back and shoulders. I didn't know how much weight he'd lost till I saw that. And there's no time to have it altered." "What of it? The pleasure of being among people again, if only for an evening, will fill him out to fit it." "Rich!" Sally bit her lip. "I want you to admit that Schuy's forgotten himself of late. He's not self-centred now--not as he was, nor as you think him all the …