“Is—is that you, Gill?” said Katharine tremulously.
“Er—yes, dear. How—how are you?”
“Oh, all right, thanks. How—how are you?”
“Oh, full of beans, thanks . . .”
There was a dreadful silence.
Forsyth began to shake with laughter.
“Are you there, Gill?”—anxiously.
“Yes, dear.”
“That’s right. I was afraid we’d been cut off.”
“No, I’m here, all right. . . . How—how are you? Oh, I’ve said that, haven’t I? I mean——”