THE VOICE: Good-night, Shelmerdene.
SHELMERDENE:--but sweetly, Gerald! Oh, my dear, sweetly!
THE VOICE: (_Very faintly_) Good-bye, Shelmerdene.
(_There is a soft click at the other end._)
SHELMERDENE: Good-bye, you ass!
Then Foster came in, with an anxious face.
“The car is here, madam.”
Shelmerdene turned to her.
“Gracious, madam, however will you go out with your eyes like that? Oh,
dear!”
“Hurry, Foster; dress me! I shall be terribly late!”