"Will you kindly ask him to make an exception, then?"
"I'm afride it's no good," answered the clerk with undisguised boredom. "And Mr. Waring won't be best pleased, if I go in agine."
While Jack should pay for his pleasure to the uttermost farthing, it was undignified to prolong an altercation with a Cockney voice, especially as she was gaining nothing.
"Mr. Waring asked me to go to the theatre with him. Will he kindly let me know when and where I'm to meet him?"
The words were repeated slowly, as the message was written down.
"When-and-where-you're to meet him. Very good. If you'll give me your number, I'll find out and 'phone you as soon as the consultation's over."
"But I want to know now! I've got arrangements of my own to make!"
It was no longer the deliberate high voice of authority. Grievance was merging in anger.
"I don't like to go in agine.... But he can't be long now. If you'll give me your number...."