“But you are wrong, dear,” she said. “I'm proud and happy for you. I
shall be expecting a great deal of you, Anthony, when I am away off
there in Paris.”
“I shall expect more of you,” I replied doggedly. Then I broke out--“I
want to see you.”
“I know,” she breathed.
“But we must n't, Heloise. It's only one day more. Fortunately, we shall
both be busy.”
She did n't reply at once. I thought the central operator had cut us
off. I called, “Hello,” two or three times, and was about to ring for
central when her voice floated again to my ear--
“Yes, Anthony, I'm here. It _is_ fortunate, of course.... You'll
come--at least--in the morning to help me get away?”
“Yes,” said I, “I'll come in the morning.” That was all. We said good-by
then.