"I'm worried to death.

I can't hear a word, and--I'm worried to death." Mr.Wynne wondered if she, too, had seen the morning papers.

He stared at her gravely for an instant, then turned, crumpled up the section of newspaper with its glaring head-lines and dropped it into a waste-basket.
"I'm sorry," he said gently.
"I telephoned twice yesterday," she rushed on quickly, pleadingly, "and once last night and again this morning.

There was no--no answer.
Gene, I couldn't stand it.

I had to come." "It's only that he didn't happen to be within hearing of the telephone bell," he assured her.