“Busy?”
“No—except sewing. Why?”
“Got any company?”
“No, but I expect some at half past nine.”
“I wish I did. I'm lonesome. I want to talk to somebody.”
“Very well, talk to me.”
“But this is very private.”
“Don't be afraid—talk right along, there's nobody here but me.”
“I hardly know whether to venture or not, but—”
“But what? Oh, don't stop there! You know you can trust me, Alonzo—you know, you can.”