Bemis: “Miss Lawton?”

Curwen: “No, no—Mrs. Curwen.”

Campbell: “Is it a true bill, Agnes?”

Mrs. Roberts: “Indeed it is, Willis. We’ve been expecting her for an hour—of course she always comes early—and I’m afraid she’s been taken ill suddenly.”

Roberts: “Oh, I don’t think it’s that, my dear.”

Mrs. Roberts: “Oh, of course you never think anything’s wrong, Edward. My whole family might die, and”—Mrs. Roberts restrains herself, and turns to Mr. Campbell, with hysterical cheerfulness: “Who came up in the elevator with you?”

Campbell: “Me? I didn’t come in the elevator. I had my usual luck. The elevator was up somewhere, and after I’d pressed the annunciator button till my thumb ached, I watched my chance and walked up.”

Mrs. Roberts: “Where was the janitor?”

Campbell: “Where the janitor always is—nowhere.”

Lawton: “Eating his Christmas dinner, probably.”