Do you think they went to bed?
Not a bit of it. They found some canned things in a pantry, and fixed some hot drinks and drank to Maisie and Roger. And I sat in the telephone closet and tried not to sneeze.
I sat there for two hours.
About two o'clock I heard Maisie say she would have to telephone home, and if a totally innocent person can suffer the way I did I don't know how a guilty one could live. But Roger leaped in front of her.
"I'll do it, honey," he said. "I—I was just thinking of telephoning."
They were close to the door.
"Don't call me honey," Maisie said in a tense voice. "I know about Carrie Smith's party and who was there. After the way Clara has schemed all these years to get you back, to have you fall into a trap like that! It's sickening!"
She put her hand on the knob of the door.
"Listen, darling," Roger implored. "I—I don't care a hang for anyone but you. I'm perfectly wretched. I——"
He pulled her hand off the knob of the door and I heard him kiss it.