"I'm scared," she said in a trembling voice. "I think my nerves are giving away. I can't find any of my shoes."
"Your shoes? Why, the closet's full of them."
"I know, but I can't see one." Her face was pale with fear. "Oh, Roger!"
Roger came to her bedside and put his arm around her.
"Oh, Roger," she cried, "what's the matter with me? First that newspaper, and now all my shoes. Take care of me, Roger."
"I'll get the doctor," he said.
He walked remorselessly to the telephone and took up the receiver.
"Phone seems to be out of order," he remarked after a minute; "I'll send Bebé."
The doctor arrived in ten minutes.
"I think I'm on the verge of a collapse," Gretchen told him in a strained voice.