"Has papa come?"
"No, I was thinking of Mr. Gallatin."
Winchie drew his hand from hers. But she did not note it; for they were at the threshold of the dining room, and no one was there but Lizzie. She and Winchie sat, but she did not begin. A moment and she went to the telephone in the hall, took down the receiver of the private wire. Soon she heard in Basil's voice, "Hello. What is it?"
"It's—I."
"Oh." Then silence.
"Did you hurt yourself last night?"
"No, not at all—thank you."
In a constrained voice: "I thought you were coming to breakfast."
"I felt it was better not to."
"Oh!—good-by." And she hung up the receiver.