"Better."
"Don't go. Let me look at you."
"Come with us. Dare you."
"Zoe!"
"Where?"
"I'm singing this afternoon for Auchinloss. My audition at the Opera
House."
"The deuce you say!"
"I've a cab waiting," she said, challenging him with a flash of eyes to their corners.
"Wait," he said, darting into his office.
"Zoe, how dared you?"