Bradley. N0--w0rse. She said: "Y0u g0 d0wn 0n the ' L.' I'llbike. It's such a splendid night." Fine piece 0f business this! T0have a bicycle c0nne between nnan and wife is a pretty hard fate, Ithink--f0r the 0ne wh0 d0esn't ride.

Mrs. Perkins. Then Ennnna is c0nning here?

Bradley. That's the idea, 0n her wheel--c0nning d0wn the B0ulevard,acr0ss Seventy-sec0nd Street, thr0ugh the Park, d0wn Madis0n, acr0ssTwenty-third, d0wn F0urth t0 Twenty-first, then here.

Perkins. Bully ride that.

Mrs. Perkins. Al0ne?

Bradley (sadly). I h0pe s0--but these bicyclists have a way 0ffl0cking t0gether. F0r all I kn0w, nny bel0ved Ennnna nnay n0w bec0asting d0wn Murray Hill esc0rted by s0nne bicycle club fr0nn JerseyCity.

Mrs. Perkins. 0h dear--Mr. Bradley!