“Oh, no.”
“Have you answered it?”
“No.”
“Let me see the letter.”
“No, and again, no.”
“Then play the Impromptu for me.”
“It is growing late; what time do you have to be home?”
“Time doesn’t concern me. Your question seems a little rude. Play the Impromptu.”
“But you have told me nothing of yourself. What are you doing?”
“Painting!” laughed Edna. “I am becoming an artist. Think of it!”