"Pat?"
"Nick! Oh, Nick, Honey! What is it?"
"My note to you." Even across the wire she sensed the strain in his tense tones. "You've read it?"
"Of course, Nick! I'll be there."
"No." His voice was trembling. "You won't come, Pat. Promise you won't!"
"But why? Why not, Nick? Oh, it's terribly important that I see you!"
"You're not to come, Pat!"
"But—" An idea was struggling to her consciousness. "Nick, was it—?"
"Yes. You know now."
"But, Honey, what difference does it make? You come. You must, Nick!"