JACK—Ah yes, you do! And if you don't come up to the Captain's office and settle I'll blast your reputation with her forever. There's some mystery in it all. First, Genevieve Pratt asks me about you. Then when I saw you last night she twisted her neck so, to look at you, that I thought I'd have to summon medical help. Now you call me up to talk about her. What's the game? Put me wise.
HE—Fact is, old man, Miss Pratt and I are on the same line.
JACK—Same line? What kind of line?
HE—Same 'phone. Two-party line. Butt in on her the other night. Butt out. Butt in again next night. Apologized eighteen times. Must meet her, especially since she's such a smasher.
JACK—All right, Carroll boy. I'll fix it for you, now I understand.
HE—Make it soon, for Heaven's sake.
VII.
(Friday, November 2.)
HE—Give me Madison 7-9-3-1-m, please. No, no; I want the other party on this line. Don't buzz that bell so loud in my ears. Hello! Is that Mr. Pratt's? Oh! is this you, Miss Pratt? You're looking well this evening. This is Carroll Vincent.
SHE—Feeling tiptop, thank you. Did you get wet in the rain last night?
HE—No; it stopped pouring almost as soon as we left your house.