"I will in a minute. Tell me your friends' names."
"I won't."
"Then I shall ask Ray Gale. He knows them,—he recognised them the day they were here, and you forbade him to tell me who they were."
"Then if he knows them, isn't that enough to assure you of their respectability?"
"It isn't a question of respectability,—I want to know why they are telephoning you,—not casually,—but apparently on some important matter."
"That's my business. Oh, Patty, let me alone!"
Azalea was clearly overwrought, and in another moment would fly into an hysterical tantrum. But Patty made one more effort.
"Just tell me the name," she said, gently.
"Well—Smith. There, now are you satisfied?"
"I am not," said Patty, truthfully. "Good night, Azalea."