He stooped to kiss his wife.
"Good-bye, dear!" he said. "Get home early so as to be sure the dinner's all right, won't you?"
"Yes, dear."
Hurriedly he went on:
"If it's O.K. about the car, have Virgie's chauffeur drive you home and leave it in front of the building where the neighbors can get a peek at it. I'll arrange about the garage when I get back."
"Very well."
Waving his hand, he made his way toward the door:
"Then good-bye. If we don't get that machine now after it being promised to us, after all the figuring I've done on it, it'll be hell, that's what it'll be—just hell!"
He disappeared and Fanny rose from her seat to go in search of her sister. She looked for her in the adjoining room but she was not there. Wondering where she could be, she went out into the hall and called:
"Virgie—Virgie!"