(Oh, but this wasn't the way things were to be! This is all wrong—what can have happened?—There was no answer.)
Phil's face was pale and he started for the door. "I guess I'd better leave you two alone."
"No!" Farley said abruptly. "I want you here! I want you to hear this. Well, Katherine?" He turned to her again.
"I ... I can't answer you," she said miserably.
"You mean you are in love with him, don't you?" Farley said, with a kind of angry triumph. "All the time, behind my back, you—"
"Dry up, Farley!" Phil said, coming back from the door. "And stop acting like a bully!"
"Why, you—"
The telephone rang, and Katherine picked it up.
"It's for you, Russ," she said, and handed it to him.