"To-morrow? Oh, I don't know, Randy."
"Why not? Have you another engagement?"
"No."
"Then what's the matter? Can't you tear yourself away from your shining knight?"
Silence.
"Becky—oh, I didn't mean that. I'm sorry—_Becky_——"
Her answer came faintly, "I'll come."
"What's the matter with the wire? I can't hear you."
There was nothing the matter with the wire. The thing that was the matter was Becky's voice. She found it suddenly unmanageable. "We'll come," she told him finally, and hung up the receiver.