“Could I see you to-day?” he asked.
But she had her hands full, it appeared.
“I’ll try to get away after dinner,” she said. “Would you telephone about nine-thirty, Mr. Annan?”
“It’s a long time—all right, then!”
“I may not be able to get away,” she said.
“Don’t let me spoil your evening——”
“I had rather be with you.”
Fluency seemed no longer his: “That’s—that’s jolly of you—awfully nice of you, Eris,—most kind.... I’ll call your apartment at nine-thirty, if I may.”
“If I can’t get away,” she said, “could we see each other to-morrow?”
“At any hour, Eris!”