"Sylvia!"
"Well?"
"Barb opened my eyes as to what an idiot I'd been about the money business. She did it one night, too late though. I rushed out to see you the next day, first minute I had, and Jeanette told me you were engaged to Jack and had gone home. That cooked my goose, all right."
"Well, the silly fowl ought to have been cooked." There was a faint twinkle in Sylvia's eyes.
"Granted," agreed Phil heartily. "See here, Sylvia, I've a whole lot of things to say to you but a man in a bath robe doesn't cut a very impressive figure saying the things I've got to say and--"
"Don't say them then. I insist on being impressed. Besides, it is time you went back to bed. I'm going, anyway."
"Sylvia!"
Sylvia paused in the doorway.
"Did you kiss me that night or did I dream it?"
"The idea!" But Sylvia's cheeks were less ambiguous in their answer than her lips as she fled into the corridor.