“Quiet, dear.”
“I shall go and ring all the livery stables in Paris.”
“You can’t, because the telephone is in here.”
“Then you’ll have to play in the other room.”
“I shall take your glasses; then you can’t read the telephone book.”
“Henri! Go away! Henri!”
“Oh pliz, mademoiselle. You gave your word.” The younger voice was frantic.
“Do go away yourself, dear.” Rubari sounded smothered. “And keep your glasses off; you look much better without them.”
“Henri! You’ll break them. Henri!”
“Oh pliz! Longfox will be waiting. Oh pliz.”
“Henri, don’t kiss me. It’s not nice; you’re too young. Very well, since you’re so beastly, I’ll give you ten minutes here by yourselves.”
A burst of interference, several ominous clicks and screeches, and the sound of a slamming door held up the sound, and
