Jennie was so much alarmed that she forgot to telephone her inability to go to the studio till after her father had been put to bed and the doctor had come and gone.
"Oh, it's all right," Hubert had said, listlessly. "I didn't expect you. I knew that if it wasn't one excuse, it would be another—"
"But I will come," Jennie had interrupted, tearfully.
"Do just as you like about that. Emma's here, and, as you're so uncertain, I've decided to go on and finish the picture without making a change."
He put up the receiver on saying this, so that Jennie was left all in the air with her love and her distress.
When Teddy appeared that evening, it was she who told him of their father's breakdown.
"The doctor says it's worry," she explained, "and lack of nutrition. He says he must stay in bed a week, and we've got to feed him up and not let him worry again."
Teddy's face grew longer and longer.
"Then we'll have to have more money."
"You poor Ted, yes; but then you're making money on the side, aren't you?"