“What, Nellie?”
“Will you answer a question?”
“What?”
“Was this story they’re telling about you and Nina mentioned?”
“Yes, it was.”
“I thought so,” triumphantly. “Phil we must talk this thing out.”
“It can do no good——”
“And no harm. There’s been a mistake somewhere—something neither you nor I understand.” She stopped and tapped her forehead with her index finger. “I can’t tell what—but I sense it—here. Something has gone wrong—what, I don’t know. I’ve got to think about it.”
“Yes—it’s gone wrong—and it can’t be righted.”
“Perhaps not,” she said rising. “But I do want you to come to see me. Won’t you?”