Craven replied that the F.O. kept him very long even on Saturdays.
“What’s the matter? What are you angry about?” asked Miss Van Tuyn through the telephone.
Craven intended to make a quietly evasive reply, but he found himself saying:
“If I work overtime at the F.O., are there not others who do much the same—in Glebe Place?”
After a pause Miss Van Tuyn said:
“I haven’t an idea what you mean.”
Craven said nothing. Already he was angry with himself, and regretted his impulsiveness.
“Well?” said Miss Van Tuyn.
“Well?” retorted Craven, feeling rather absurd.
Again there was a pause. Then, speaking quickly, Miss Van Tuyn said: “If you can escape from the F.O. you might be in Glebe Place about five on Monday. Good-bye!”