“I can’t honestly. It’s—it’s rather important. Besides, the fact is, I’m the host.”
“Oh!”
The timbre of Miss Van Tuyn’s voice changed slightly at this crisis in the conversation.
“Oh—if you’re the host, of course. . . . You really are the host?”
“Yes, I really am. So you see!”
“No, but I hear and understand. Never mind. Ask me another night.”
“Yes—that’s it. Another night. Thank you so much. By the way, does the living bronze—”
“What? The living what?”
“Bronze! . . . The living bronze—”
“Oh, yes. Well, what about it?”