“That’s very thoughtful of you, I’m sure!”
“I thought so myself,” she replied, and took a step toward the dining-room door. He flung out his arm arrestingly.
“Just a moment, please!”
“Oh, hours—if you want them!”
“I overheard some of your speeches. To whom were you speaking—tell me the truth!”
“Don’t be so fierce about it! And do take off your hat! You look so funny with your hat stuck on the back of your head that way!”
“Never mind my hat! It will be much better for you not to trifle with me. Who was on the other end of that telephone?”
“What if I don’t tell you?” she demanded.
“I want an answer to my question! You told me one falsehood today; I don’t want to hear another!”
“Well, you won’t! I was talking to Mr. Frederick V. Thomas!”