“This is Andrée!” she answered, brightly. “How are you, Alfred?”
“Your mother doing well?”
And then, instead of his usual query, he said—
“It’s about time you were coming home, isn’t it?”
His voice was somewhat alarming, and she answered in her very pleasantest manner.
“Yes; I’m coming in a day or two, Al.”
“Suppose you come this evening?”
“Oh, I couldn’t! Not possibly!”
“Why not? I’ll come for you about eight.”