All the time I was explaining to her how busy I was, and how I found it out of the question even to think of leaving the office, she kept on giving me varied and hurried directions.
I was to be sure to remember the steps she had taught me last time.
I was not to take any notice of a dark girl in a red dress, because she wasn't the slightest bit nice when you really got to know her.
I was to drive straight to the hall, where Dorice would be looking out for me.
"And now I can't stay any longer, and you must fly and catch the train, and so 'good-bye,' and I'll keep some dances for you!"
"Half a minute," I protested. "Where do I——? What is the name of——?"
But Dorice, with that delightful suddenness which is one of her most charming characteristics, had rung off, leaving my destination a mystery.
However, there was no time to worry about details. I told a dreadful lie to a man with whom I had an appointment, left the office and did wonderful things in the way of changing my clothes, packing my bag, and boarding a moving train.
At Naughton station I engaged a cab.
"Where to?" asked the driver, as he readied down for my bag.