“Did he! Oh, indeed! Well, of course I can’t.”
“Of course not—if you won’t. They’re his violets you’re wearing by the way.”
“Are they—let them stay, it makes no difference. But whatever did he want to see me for?”
“I couldn’t say, I assure you.”
She glanced at herself in the mirror, and then at the clock.
“Let’s see,” she remarked, “it’s only a quarter to eight. Three quarters of an hour—! But what can he want me for?—I never knew anything like it.”
“Startling, isn’t it!” I observed satirically.
“Yes,” she glanced at herself in the mirror:
“I can’t go out like this.”
“All right, you can’t then.”