“How can I help it, sweetheart?”
“Where are you, anyway?”
“I'm in Dr. Blank's office.”
“Good gracious! is he there? I'll ring off—good-bye.”
Fanny was waiting, but how could a mere man know that. He rang the number again with vehemence.
“Now, Tom Laurence, I want you to quit going into people's offices and talking to me this way.”
“Don't you think my way is nicer than yours—huh?”
The circumflexes were irresistible.
“Well, tell me, Tom, is Dr. Blank there?”