“I’ve got to review a play, out at——”
“Fine! I’ll go with you!”
Baron sank into a chair. There really wasn’t any reason why Baggot shouldn’t go with him. “But I’m going on the street-car,” he explained. “We couldn’t read a play——”
“It’s not ready to be read, most of it. I’ve only got a couple of acts and the scenario. But there are certain things....” He pulled his chair closer to Baron’s and began an eager discussion of his play.
Time passed, and Flora appeared in the doorway. Her eyes were inscrutable. “Mother wishes to see you before you go out,” she said.
“Will she come up here?” pleaded Baron. He wanted to hide behind Baggot and escape a further scolding.
“I’ll ask her,” replied Flora.
Baggot, leaning forward and speaking with great intensity, continued on the subject which obsessed him.
Time flew, and Baron found himself nervously jerking out his watch. Then there was a faint rustle of dresses out in the sitting-room.
Mrs. Baron appeared in the doorway.