He went over and telephoned, adding: "Don't wait for either of us. Leave the tickets on Diana's dresser. We'll be along pretty soon."
"What did you mean, Jim?" she asked, struggling with her veil.
"It's so late," he said, "that you'd better wait for me to get into my jeans, and then I'll take you over and you can get into yours, and then we'll dine together, and go in for the last act if we have time."
"I've spoiled your evening," she said.
"Do you think so?"
"Oh, I know it. Did Mr. Rivett think me an utter lunatic?"
"He didn't say so over the wire."
"What did he say, Jim?"
"Nothing that meant anything."
"Tell me!"