"Where will she be?" asked Merriam as he took a rather large sip of his cordial.
"She's in the lobby now with Miss Norman--the Senator's sister, you know,--listening to the orchestra." (Merriam vaguely recalled the elderly woman whom he had seen with Mollie June in the Cabaret.) "The Senator was going to take them to the theater after he had finished with Black."
"What will they do when he doesn't show up?" Merriam inquired; but to all appearances he was chiefly interested at the moment in the best of liqueurs.
"Probably go without him. She's used to George Norman's broken engagements by now."
"I see," said Merriam without expression.
"Alicia and Murray will keep an eye on them, of course," Rockwell added.
And then both men jumped. It was only the telephone, but conspiracy makes neurasthenics of us all.
Rockwell answered it.
"Yes.--Good.--That's all right.--Oh!--Yes, we'll go at once."
He turned excitedly to Merriam.