"Will you please go out again at once!" she said, and he woke up partly.
"This—this is perfectly incredible," he said slowly.
"It is, indeed," she said, placing a snowy finger upon an electric button and retaining it there.
He regarded her without comprehension, muttering:
"I—I simply cannot realize it—that cat—those g-garments—you——"
"There is another thing you don't realize," she said with heightened color, "that I am steadily ringing the janitor's bell—and the janitor is large and violent and Irish, and he is probably halfway upstairs by this time——"
"Do you take me for a malefactor?" he asked, astounded.
"I am not afraid of you in the least," she retorted, still keeping her finger on the bell.
"Afraid of me? Of course you are not."
"I am not! Although your two suit cases are probably packed with the silver from my dressing stand."