"José was with us last evening…. I went canoeing with him. He just called me up to ask how I felt."
"Hunh!"
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Are you annoyed, Louis?"
"No!"
"Oh, I thought it sounded as though you were irritated. I am so ashamed at having overslept. Who told you I was here? Oh, Rita, I suppose. Poor child, she was more faithful than I. The alarm clock woke her and she was plucky enough to get up—and I only yawned and thought of you, and I was so sleepy! Are you sure you do forgive me?"
"Of course."
"You don't say it very kindly."
"I mean it cordially," he snapped. He could hear her sigh: "I suppose you do." Then she added: