And later on, when Henry was called again—he's terribly popular, Henry is—he had another chance.
"I'm going to see you alone if I have to steal you," he said.
Herschenrother called up again the next day, and Madge, who had come home for the Christmas holidays, called me.
"Gee, Kit," she said, "you must be getting a trousseau. That tailor's always on the phone."
I went.
"Hello," said Russell's voice, "how about that fitting?"
"I don't know. I'm horribly busy to-day."
"It's very important. I—I can't go ahead without it."
"Oh, all right," I said. Madge was listening and I had to be careful. "I must have the suit."
"You can have anything I've got. How about the Art Gallery? Art is long and time is fleeting. Nobody goes there."