[To Charlotte.] It’s frightfully late. Tell him to write to you.
Charlotte.
I must speak to him to-night; life is too short for letters.
Agatha Posket.
Then he can telegraph.
Charlotte.
Half-penny a word and he has nothing but his pay.
Agatha Posket.
Very well, then, Lady Jenkins has a telephone. I’ll take you there to tea to-morrow. If he loves you, tell him to ring up 1338091.
Charlotte.