“We had terrific word battles. Turning to me[,] he said[,] Damn it, Mrs. Vanderbilt, who is building this house? And I answered[,] Damn it, Mr. Hunt, who is going to live in this house? Our friendship was most beautiful . . . When they buried him, I felt he had been the most resourceful and cherished friend of some of the saddest years of my life.”
