"You know this house, of course.

Is there a telephone in a quiet room, where I shall not be interrupted or be drowned out, voice and ears by the music ?" "Yes, Mrs.Willoughby's sitting-room upstairs.

Shall I ask her if you may use it ?" "If you please." Joan left Martin standing in one of the corridors and rejoined him after a few minutes.

"Come," she said, and led the way upstairs to the room.
Martin called up the trunk line and gave a number.
"I shall have to wait a few minutes," he said.
"You want me to go," answered Joan, and she moved towards the door reluctantly.
"No.

But you will be missing your dances." Joan shook her head.