"I'm afraid he's come again," she gasped.
Monte threw back his shoulders.
"Fine," he smiled. "It could n't be better."
"But I don't want to see him! I won't see him!"
"There is n't the slightest need in the world of it," he nodded. "You go upstairs, and I'll see him."
But, clinging to his arm, she drew him into the hall and toward the stairs. The bell rang again—impatiently.
"Come," she insisted.
He tried to calm her.
"Steady! Steady! I promise you I won't make a scene."
"But he will. Oh, you don't know him. I won't have it. Do you hear? I won't have it."