“The idea of such a thing! It's disgraceful.”
“Why, I'm sorry, but—”
“Don't ever do it again.”
“No'm.”
She slapped the receiver on the hook and fumed again, realizing that a something of elegance had been lacking in her tirade.
The door-bell rang, and she did not wait for her maid, but answered it in angry person. Ferriday beamed on her.
“Oh, it's you. You didn't stop to ask if I was visible. You just came right on up, didn't you?”
He whispered: “Pardon me. Somebody else is here. Exit laughingly!”
That was insult on insult.
“Stop it! There is not anybody else. Come back. What do you want?”