“And then, he called you again, last night. Is this a habit of his?”
“Oh, Billee, that’s just what I asked him. But how did you know he telephoned last night? Clerk again?”
“I was in the office, and as you weren’t home, and the New York call might have been from your father, I answered. It was Van Reypen, and as he wanted to know where you were, of course I told him. Patty, what did he want? Why does he telephone you every night?”
“Well, let me see what he did want. He telephoned last night, I believe, to apologise for telephoning the night before!”
“What nonsense!”
“Yes, he did! Don’t you disbelieve me again!”
“Of course, I won’t. All right, then, what did he say the first night, that he had to apologise for?”
“Oh, fiddlestrings, Billee, it was nothing of any consequence. I may as well tell you, though, he just wanted to be invited up here.”
“Oh, he did, did he?”
“Yes, he did, did he! And I told him,——”