"That's true. I'm not at home to anybody. So you can't drop in, can you?"
"You are not logical; I could drop in because I'm not anybody——"
"What!"
"I'm not anybody in particular——"
"You know if you begin to talk that way, after all these days, I'll ring off in a rage. You are the only man in the world to whom I'm at home even over the telephone, and if that doesn't settle your status with me, what does?... Are you well, Mr. Quarren?"
"Thank you, perfectly. I called you up to ask you about yourself."
"I'm tired, somehow."
"Oh, we are all that. Nothing more serious threatens you than impending slumber?"
"I said I was tired, not sleepy. I'm wide awake but horribly lazy—and inclined to slump. Where are you; at the Legation?"
"At the Founders' Club—foundered."