"I suppose not," meekly. "Can't you help me out?"
The red in her cheeks crept up to her hair, she frowned a little. "I—I could not give you the real reason, Mr. Randolph, and I didn't want to lie!" She ran ahead hurriedly. "I was trying to forget, and—"
"Wait a minute! A train is going through the cut, and I didn't hear that last….Now go on, please."
"I don't want to! It was bad enough to say it once!"
"You need not repeat, then. Though I should like to hear."
"I said—I—had been trying—"
"Just a minute! Somebody is knocking."
She sighed. She had a mind to run away—she hated the telephone!
"Hallo!"
No answer.