"I can't fill it."
"You can fill fifteen minutes."
"Oh, if you're going to confound time and space…!"
He sat down receptively.
Medora rang a bell and harried Helga a little.
She glanced at Randolph. He sat there as if less to fill than to be filled.
"Say something," she said.
"Are you going to the convocation?"
"No."
He sat silent.