"What a bungler!" Brott was beside himself with impatience.
"Lucille is here," she announced, stepping in beside him.

"She has a shocking headache and has gone to bed.

As a matter of fact, I believe that she was expecting to hear from you." "Impossible!" he answered shortly.

He was beginning to distrust this woman.
"Never mind.

You can make it up with her to-morrow.