"Sure!"
Then her voice rose again, answering the telephone.
"Yes, indeed—free.... Delighted.... Oh, longing for a spree.... How gorgeous! How soon?" She turned, glancing at Massingale.
He took up his hat, answering with asperity:
"Immediately!"
When she returned, they stood eying each other, rage in their hearts.
"Thank heaven, now I shall enjoy myself!" she said abruptly.
"And who is the gentleman?" he said.
"Any one you like; it's quite indifferent to me!"
"In that case, good-by!"