"Never mind the dinner!"
She looked at him then for the first time.
"We have to eat," she declared making an attempt at lightness.
"Not always. Sometimes there are things more important."
"To think of a man saying that!"
The ring of the telephone chimed in with her silvery laughter.
"I'll go, Sylvia," she called with a promptness that indicated the interruption was a welcome one.
"Yes. Yes, this is Mrs. Howe at Wilton.
"It's long distance," she called to Heath. "New York is on the line.
"Yes, he is here. He can speak with you himself.