“Then you didn't get Delia at all!”
“Of course not.”
“And Baby is still—all alone!”
“But he's all right, dear. Delia's keeping watch of him.”
For a moment there was silence; then, with clear decisiveness came Billy's voice.
“Bertram, I am going home.”
“Billy!”
“I am.”
“Billy, for heaven's sake don't be a silly goose! The play's half over already. We'll soon be going, anyway.”
Billy's lips came together in a thin little determined line.