'Yes.'
'I begin to understand. Do you mind telling me how old she is?' [{80}]
'It's not "she," it's a young man. I don't know how old he is. I'll ask him if you like.'
Again she heard him speak a few incomprehensible words, which were answered very briefly in the same tongue.
'He tells me he is twenty,' Logotheti said. 'He's a good-looking young fellow. How is Mrs. Rushmore? I forgot to ask.'
'She's quite well, thank you. But I should like to know——'
'Will you be so very kind as to remember me to her, and to say that I hope to find her at home the day after to-morrow?'
'Certainly. Come to-morrow if you like. But please tell me how you happened to pick up that young Tartar. It sounds so interesting! He has such a sweet voice.'
There was no reply to this question, and Margaret could not get another word from Logotheti. The communication was apparently cut off. She rang up the Central Office and asked for his number again, but the young woman soon said that she could get no answer to the call, and that something was probably wrong with the instrument of Number One-hundred-and-six-thirty-seven.
Margaret was not pleased, and she was silent and absent-minded at dinner and in the evening.