She forced a laugh. She was walking about the room.
"I'm devoured by nerves, I suppose!" she exclaimed. "By the way, hasn't Mrs. Shiffney written about coming to-night?"
"No."
"You haven't seen her again?"
"Oh, no!"
"How very odd! Do you suppose she will try to get in?"
"How can I tell?"
"But isn't it strange, after her making such a fuss about coming—this silence?"
"Probably she's immersed in Sennier's opera and won't bother about mine."
"Women always bother."