"You won't," said Winona, with a smile.
Snyder rose from her seat, and without paying the slightest attention to this serious comedy, crossed the room and returned to her post, bringing a pencil, with which she began eagerly to jot down a few notes.
"Like the effect?" said Doré, leaving the mirror with a last glance, the tip of her tongue appearing a moment through the sharp white rows of teeth, in the abstraction of her gaze.
She turned, and for the first time her eyes raised themselves expectantly. They were of a deep ultramarine blue, an unusual cloudy shade which gave an unexpected accent of perplexity to the fugitive white and pink of the cheek.
"Perfectly dandy, Dodo; but—"
At this moment from the little ante-chamber outside the door came the irritable silvery ring of the telephone.
"See who it is," said Doré quickly. "Remember! you don't know if I'm in—find out first."
As Winona crossed toward the back, Doré turned with a mute interrogation toward the figure in the window, and extending her arms, pirouetted slowly twice. Lottie Snyder responded with a sudden smile that lighted up her features with a flash of beauty. She nodded twice emphatically, continuing to gaze with kindness and affection. Then she took up her rôle bruskly as Winona returned.
"It's a Mr. Chester—Cheshire? What shall I say?"
"Chesterton," said Doré. "I'll go."