Both he and the old lady were greatly entertained. Their dazed victim went upstairs, quite well aware that now, when at last she could get into bed, she would lie awake for hours.
CHAPTER SIX
THE KEYNOTE
SHE waked up in the dark, terrified by a great banging at the door. She thought the house was on fire, that someone was ill, that thieves had broken in. She shook Gilbert fiercely. But he didn’t stir.
Barefooted she rushed across the floor and unfastened the door.
“What is it!” she cried.
“It’s seven o’clock, ma’am,” said a meek voice.
“Seven o’clock!” she repeated.
“Yes, ma’am, I always call Mr. Gilbert at seven.”
“Oh, I see!” she said. “I didn’t know....”
She closed the door and went back to the bed where Gilbert still slept.