"Mrs. Mullett?" said George. "What do you mean? Mullett's not married."
"Yes, he is. We were married this morning."
"Where is he?"
"I left him down below, finishing a cigar. He said we'd be all alone up here, nesting like two little birds in a tree top."
George laughed a brassy, sardonic laugh.
"If Mullett thought anyone could ever be alone for five minutes up here, he's an optimist. And what right has Mullett to go nesting like a little bird in my apartment?"
"Is this your apartment?"
"Yes, it is."
"Oh! Oh!"
"Stop it! Don't make that noise. There are policemen about."