“What did he say?”
“I told him to come along to the studio.”
“You did! And—?”
“Why don’t you take off your hat?”
“Because it suits me particularly well. Now tell me at once, don’t be malicious and tiresome—are you expecting him?”
“I couldn’t say that.”
“You are not expecting him!”
“My good girl, we expect from those we rely on. What do I know about this fellow’s character? I told him who I was, and what I wanted with him, and that I wanted it with him at three this afternoon. He’s got the address. But whether we have any reason to expect him is more than I can say.”
She looked quickly at the watch on her wrist.
“It is past three. I was late.”