"But I may not take his advice literally," said Charlton. "I'm not in mental slavery to him. I often adapt his advice to my needs instead of adopting it outright."
And with that she had to be content.
She passed a day and night of restlessness, and called him on the telephone early the following morning. As she heard his voice she said:
"Did you see Victor Dorn last night?"
"Where are you?" asked Charlton.
"In my room," was her impatient answer.
"In bed?"
"I haven't gotten up yet," said she. "What IS the matter?"
"Had your breakfast?"
"No. I've rung for it. It'll be here in a few minutes."