"What's worrying you about it?" he asked.
"You, Monte," she answered.
"I? Well, that isn't much. I looked up the time-tables, and we could take the six-ten to-night if you were ready."
"I could n't possibly be ready," she replied decidedly.
"To-morrow, then?"
When he insisted upon being definite, the proposition sounded a great deal more absurd than when he allowed it to be indefinite. She was still hesitating when Marie appeared.
"A telephone for mademoiselle," she announced.
Monte heard her startled exclamation from the next room. He hurried to the door. She saw him, and, placing her hand over the telephone, turned excitedly.
"It's Teddy again," she trembled.
"Let me talk to him," he commanded.