"Crack!" But the car stuck again.
"I will call the police!" she cried.
"The papers may make fun of you."
"Was it for me you were afraid? Oh, Mr. Vanderdynk! What do I care for ridicule compared to--to----"
The car had sunk so far in the shaft now that she had to kneel and put her head close to the floor to see him.
"I will only be a minute at the telephone," she said. "Keep up courage; I am thinking of you every moment."
"W-will you let me say one word?" he stammered.
"Oh, what? Be quick, I beg you."
"It's only goodbye--in case the thing drops. May I say it?"
"Y-yes--yes! But say it quickly."