“He's on the way now.”
“Oh, all right.”
As Kedzie hung up the receiver it occurred to her that this little interchange was about the un-swellest thing she had ever done. She had been heedless of the convenances. Her business life made her responsible only to herself, and she felt able to take care of herself anywhere.
Now it came over her that she could not aspire to aristocracy and allow negro hall-boys to send men up in the elevator and telephone her afterward. She snatched up the telephone and said:
“That you?”
“Yassum, Miss Adair.”
“How dare you send anybody up without sending the name up first?”
“Why, you nevva—”
“Who do you think I am that I permit anybody to walk in on me?”
“Why, we alwiz—”