Twilight Sleep
"Here are the proofs of the Birth Control speech, Mrs. Manford. If you could just glance over them in the motor, and let me have them back tonight—"
"The Marchesa, madam, has called up to ask if you and Mr. Manford can receive her at Cedarledge for the next week-end—"
"No, Powder; say no. I'm dreadfully sorry. . .
"Very good, madam. I understand it was to bring a favourable answer from the Cardinal—"
"Oh; very well. I'll see. I'll telephone from Cedarledge."
"Please, madam, Mr. Wyant's just telephoned—"
"Mr. Wyant, Powder?"
"Mr. Arthur Wyant, madam. To ask—"
"But Mr. Wyant and Mr. James were to have started for Georgia last night."
"Yes, madam; but Mr. James was detained by business, and now Mr. Arthur Wyant asks if you'll please ring up before they leave tonight."
"Very well. (What can have happened, Nona? You don't know?) Say I've started for Cedarledge, Powder; I'll ring up from there. Yes; that's all."
"Mrs. Manford, wait! Here are two more telegrams, and a special—"
"Take care, Maisie; you'll slip and break your leg. . ."
"Yes; but Mrs. Manford! The special is from Mrs. Swoffer. She says the committee have just discovered a new genius, and they're calling an
