He says everything will be all right to-night. Are you resting?”
“Yes. I’ve had a quiet day, sitting on my nervous system. Where have you been?”
“Walking the streets.”
“Come home and take some rest. I’ll meet the train. Thank you just as much for thinking of it.”
“I’ll be at the information booth at five minutes to four.”
“All right.”
She hung up the phone with a dazed face. The idea of Jarvis taking care of her, inquiring after her health, and trying to spare her!
“Every blessed thing is topsy-turvy,” she exclaimed aloud.
At four o’clock she walked up to the booth, and there he stood, anxiously scanning the faces that passed.
“Hello!” she said cheerfully.
He looked grateful and smiled.
“You look as if you had had a spell of sickness, you’re so white,” he said.
“I’m all right, but you look like a nervous pros. case. Aren’t we pitiful objects for eminently successful playwrights?”
