“Hello, dearest,” she said, stifling the yawn that had been threatening since she aroused herself from her torpor.
“I thought you were to call me when you got home,” he said in a dismal voice that sounded rather hollow to her.
“Forgive me, Barry dear. I was rather fagged and I just lay down on the sofa. And I nearly had a nightmare.... Are you well, darling?”
“I’m seriously ill and——”
“What!” she exclaimed.
“Dying—to see you, Eris.”
“You mustn’t joke that way; you startle me,” she said with a quick breath of relief.
“Would you wear black for me?”
“Please don’t make a jest of it——”
“You sweet little thing,” he said, “will you dine at my place, or out, or shall I come——”