"Who?" said the woman in a tone which made Pat regret that she had chosen that particular form of opening.
Pat faltered out the enquiry again, not knowing what else to do. The other's brown and dancing eyes grew formidably cold.
"Why do you ask for Mrs. Fentriss?"
"I thought this was where she lived."
"There is no Mrs. Fentriss here."
"Perhaps I've got the wrong apartment."
"No. I think you have the right one. Who are you?"
Entire frankness appeared to the intruder the method of sense and safety. "I'm Pat. Patricia Fentriss."
"I thought so. By what right do you come here?" Two tiny spots of reddish flame shone in the wine-dark eyes. Pat decided that she was very attractive.
"Please don't be angry with me."