Is it you, Sylvia ?" "Indeed it is.

I am in my own room.

I--I thought--" "Yes, I am listening." "I don't know what I did think.

Is it necessary for me to telephone you a minute account of the mental processes which ended by my calling you up--out of the vasty deep ?" The old ring in her voice hinting of the laughing undertone, the same trailing sweetness of inflection--could he doubt his senses any longer?
"I know you, now," he said.
"I should think you might.

I should very much like to know how you are--if you don't mind saying ?" "Thank you.