"What theatre are you going to?" he asked unconcernedly.
Traill mentioned the name, and began the singing of a hymn tune with impossible crescendos and various deviations from the melody.
"'Can a woman's tender care
Cease toward the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be ...'"
"I say!" he called out with unceremonious interruption to himself.
"What?"
"You say you've got a loose end?"
"Yes, there's Time got to be killed somehow."
"Well, take Sally out to dinner."
"What, the little lady?"
"Yes, she'll be lonely by herself. I gave her such damned short notice about this engagement of mine that she didn't have time to send for that friend of hers—that Miss Hallard. Would you mind doing that? Don't hesitate to say if you would."