“Are you so busy?”
“There’s no use in my going to you, Palla.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m in love with you,” he said bluntly, “and I’m trying to get over it.”
“I thought we were friends, too.”
After a lengthy silence: “You’re right,” he said, “we are.”
She heard his quick, deep breath like a sigh. “Shall I come to-night?”
“I’m expecting some people, Jim––women who desire 267 to establish a Combat Club in Chicago, and they have come on here to consult me.”
“To-morrow night, then?”
“Please.”