Come as you are; there’ll only be we three.
Sibyl—Well, I like that! It’s fortunate for me
This is a telephone, and not that new
Invention one can talk and see through, too!
What’s that you said?
Bob— I didn’t speak at all
I only thought.
Sibyl— Well, don’t! Suppose we call
The breakfast half-past one instead of noon?
Bob (joyously)—