“Yes. I'm over here on the divan.”
“Anything wrong?”
“Good gracious, no! I'm overtired. A little hysterical, maybe. The parade to-day, with all those wounded boys in automobiles, the music and colour and excitement—have rather done me up. And the way I rushed up here. And not finding Cutty—”
“Anything I can get for you?”
“No, thanks. I'll try to snatch a little sleep before Cutty returns.”
“But he may be gone all night!”
“Will it be so very scandalous if I stay here?”
“You poor child! Go ahead and sleep. Don't hesitate to call me if you want anything. I have a mild sedative if you would like it.”
“No, thanks. I did not know that Mr. Hawksley played.”
“Wonderfully! But does it bother you?”