“Yes, I do,” slowly.
There was a pause and then he asked, “When can I see you?”
“Soon.”
“This afternoon?”
“I’ve a luncheon.”
“And then——”
“Tea at the——Oh, Phil, I’ll have to cut that. There’s a dance to-night, too, the Ledyards’.”
“This is getting serious.”
“What can I do? I’ve been frightfully rude already. Can’t you go?”
“Not sufficiently urged.”