"Tell him to drive to Delmonico's. It's just around the corner on Forty-fourth Street." "There are some things round the corner, then?" "That sounds cryptic. What do you mean." "You've forgotten our conversation that night on the ship. You refused to admit the existence of wonderful things just round the corner. You said some very regrettable things that night. About love, if you remember." "You can't be going to talk about love at one o'clock in the afternoon! Talk about your future." "Love is inextricably mixed up with my future." "Not with your immediate future. I thought you said that you were trying to get a job. Have you given up the idea of newspaper work, then?" "Absolutely." "Well, I'm rather glad." The cab drew up at the restaurant door, and the conversation was interrupted. When they were seated at their table and Jimmy had given an order to the waiter of absolutely inexcusable extravagance, Ann returned to the topic. "Well, now the thing is to find something for you to do." Jimmy looked round the restaurant with appreciative eyes. The summer exodus from New York was still several weeks distant, and the place was full of prosperous-looking lunchers, not one of whom appeared to have a care or an unpaid bill in the world. The atmosphere was redolent of substantial bank-balances. Solvency shone from the closely shaven faces of the men and reflected itself in the dresses of the women. Jimmy sighed. "I suppose so," he said. "Though for choice I'd like to be one of the Idle Rich. To my mind the ideal profession is strolling into the office and touching the old dad for another thousand." Ann was severe. "You revolt me!" she said. "I never heard anything so thoroughly disgraceful. You _need_ work!" "One of these days," said Jimmy plaintively, "I shall be sitting by the roadside with my dinner-pail, and you will come by in your limousine, and I shall look up at you and say '_You_ hounded me into this!' How will you feel then?" "Very proud of myself." "In that case, there is no more to be said. I'd much rather hang about and try to get adopted by a millionaire, but if you insist on my working--Waiter!" "What do you want?" asked Ann. "Will you get me a Classified Telephone Directory," said Jimmy. "What for?" asked Ann. "To look for a profession. There is nothing like being methodical." The waiter returned, bearing a red book. Jimmy thanked him and opened it at the A's. "The boy, what will he become?" he said. He turned the pages. "How about an Auditor? What do you think of that?" "Do you think you could audit?" "That I could not say till I had tried. I might turn out to be very good at it. How about an Adjuster?" "An adjuster of what?" "The book doesn't say. It just remarks broadly--in a sort of spacious way--'Adjuster.' I take it that, having decided to become an adjuster, you then sit down and decide what you wish to adjust. One might, for example, become an Asparagus Adjuster." "A what?"