(Thursday, December 6.)
HE--Madison 7-9-3-1-m, please. Yes. Is that Mr. Pratt's? Is Miss
Genevieve there?
SHE--No, she is not in. Who shall I tell her called?
HE--You didn't disguise your voice, Miss Genevieve? I knew you right
away.
SHE--I thought I might learn something, Mr. Vincent.
HE--I might have told my real name.
SHE--That would have been disastrous.
HE--It would, if I had started confessing things.
SHE--What's the matter? Have you anything on your conscience?
HE--Not my conscience, but my heart.
SHE--There you go again. You promised me last night at the Academy you
wouldn't jolly any more.
HE--I haven't. I'm desperately in earnest. I swear it.
SHE--I wish I could believe you.
HE--Why don't you?
SHE--It might disturb my peace of mind.
HE--Would that be so bad?
SHE--Um-m-m-m-m, maybe.
HE--I can see those mocking eyes of yours now.
SHE--I don't like that, Mr. Vincent. That's rude.
HE--I'll beg your pardon when next I can look at you. That reminds me.
Have you anything on for tomorrow night?
SHE--Um-m-m, no.
HE--I'd like to take you to Albaugh's. You've seen a musical comedy at
the Academy, and a serious drama at Ford's, and it might be well to take
a dash into "vodevil" before the week is over.
SHE--Do you know you're too good to me. I can never repay you.
HE--Yes, you can. By agreeing to go every time I ask.
SHE--Haven't I done it?