“Yes, but be quick; I'm going right away.”
“Would you be so kind as to tell me what time it is?”
The girl blushed again, murmured to herself, “It's right down cruel of him to ask me!” and then spoke up and answered with admirably counterfeited unconcern, “Five minutes after eleven.”
“Oh, thank you! You have to go, now, have you?”
“I'm sorry.”
No reply.
“Miss Ethelton!”
“Well?”
“You—you're there yet, ain't you?”
“Yes; but please hurry. What did you want to say?”