"Same thing. Do I know him?"
"I think you do."
"Well, don't be so mysterious. Who is he?"
Ignoring the question, Laura asked anxiously:
"What is your time, Elfie?"
The girl looked at her watch. "Five minutes past eleven."
"I'm slow," exclaimed Laura. "I didn't know it was so late. Just excuse me, won't you, while I get some clothes on. He may be here any moment." Going to the end of the room, where the heavy portières separated the parlor from the sitting-room, she called out: "Annie!"
"Who is it?" insisted Elfie.
"I'll tell you when I get dressed. Make yourself at home, won't you, dear?"
"I'd sooner hear," replied Elfie. "What is the scandal, anyway?"