She was gone, flitting among the tables like some wild creature running to its home: and Ginger, motionless, watched her go.
5
The telephone-bell in Sally's little sitting-room was ringing jerkily as she let herself in at the front door. She guessed who it was at the other end of the wire, and the noise of the bell sounded to her like the voice of a friend in distress crying for help. Without stopping to close the door, she ran to the table and unhooked the receiver. Muffled, plaintive sounds were coming over the wire.
“Hullo... Hullo... I say... Hullo...”
“Hullo, Ginger,” said Sally quietly.
An ejaculation that was half a shout and half gurgle answered her.
“Sally! Is that you?”
“Yes, here I am, Ginger.”
“I've been trying to get you for ages.”
“I've only just come in. I walked home.”