ROLF. Is there anything I can do for you?
CHLOE. No, dear boy. [Suddenly looking at him] You don't want this quarrel with the Hillcrists to go on, do you, Rolf?
ROLF. No; I hate it.
CHLOE. Well, I think I might be able to stop it. Will you slip round to Dawker's—it's not five minutes—and ask him to come and see me.
ROLF. Father and Charlie wouldn't——
CHLOE. I know. But if he comes to the window here while you're at dinner, I'll let him in, and out, and nobody'd know.
ROLF. [Astonished] Yes, but what I mean how——
CHLOE. Don't ask me. It's worth the shot that's all. [Looking at her wrist-watch] To this window at eight o'clock exactly. First long window on the terrace, tell him.
ROLF. It's nothing Charlie would mind?
CHLOE. No; only I can't tell him—he and father are so mad about it all.