“Hurry doesn’t save time in the end, Dulcie.”
“I know what does save time,” retorted Dulcibel, ringing the bell, “and that is, not being interrupted. Take these at once, please.”—as the servant appeared.
“Anything important?” asked George.
“Yes; you wouldn’t think it so, but I do. What were you going to say to me just now?”
“Leo is coming home, for one thing.”
“When?”
“Almost immediately.”
“What for?”
“Various reasons. Indian fever for one. I have a long letter from him by this mail.”
“Was that what you wanted to tell me just now?”