Explore "Plexus" by Henry Miller on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
To my surprise MacGregor dropped in one night, ordered a drink, and paid for it without a murmur. He seemed unusually mellow. Inquired solicitously how we were doing, what the prospects were, did we need any help-legal help-and so on. I couldn't make out what had come over him.
Suddenly, when Mona had turned her back, he said: "Couldn't you pull yourself away for a few hours some night?"