Shelmerdene said, icily, from her chair:
“I hope, Foster, that you are having an entertaining conversation. May I ask how it concerns me?”
“Gentleman wants to speak to you, madam. Gives no name.”
“Any remarks?”
“He has a very pleasant voice, madam.”
Shelmerdene went to the telephone. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Hallo, hallo!” said the voice.
“Just a moment,” said Shelmerdene. Her dressing-gown had slipped off her knee and her knee was cold, so she re-arranged the dressing-gown over her knee.
Shelmerdene: Now!
The Voice: At last, Shelmerdene! How are you, dear?