It won't do!--especially at this turn.

What is it ?" he demanded, going to the telephone.

"Who is that ?" His daughter's voice, surprised and admonitory, came to him along the wire.
"Is that you, father ?" she exclaimed.

"What are you doing?
Don't you remember you asked Windle, and his friend Mr.Brereton, to supper at eight o'clock.

It's a quarter to eight now.