"They want to speak to you from Plessing."
Char checked an exclamation of impatience. If only Brucey wouldn't fuss so! She might know by this time that it was of no use.
"Please say that I can't take a private call from here. Ask if it's on business."
She waited impatiently.
"It's not on business—it's important. Lady Vivian is speaking."
Char almost snatched the receiver.
"What is it?" she asked curtly.
"Is that you, Char?" came over the wires.
"Miss Vivian speaking," returned Char officially, for the benefit of Miss Jones.
"Your father is ill. He has had a very slight stroke, and I want you to bring out Dr. Prince in the car."