The telephone-bell in Sally's little sitting-room was ringing jerkily as she let herself in at the front door. She guessed who it was at the other end of the wire, and the noise of the bell sounded to her like the voice of a friend in distress crying for help. Without stopping to close the door, she ran to the table and unhooked the receiver. Muffled, plaintive sounds were coming over the wire.
“Hullo... Hullo... I say... Hullo...”
“Hullo, Ginger,” said Sally quietly.
An ejaculation that was half a shout and half gurgle answered her.
“Sally! Is that you?”
“Yes, here I am, Ginger.”
“I've been trying to get you for ages.”
“I've only just come in. I walked home.”
There was a pause.
“Hullo.”
“Yes?”
“Well, I mean...” Ginger seemed to be finding his usual difficulty in expressing himself. “About that, you know. What you said.”
“Yes?” said Sally, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
“You said...” Again Ginger's vocabulary failed him. “You said you loved me.”
“Yes,” said Sally simply.
Another odd sound floated over the wire, and there was a moment of silence before Ginger found himself able to resume.
“I... I... Well, we can talk about that when we meet. I mean, it's no good trying to say what I think over the 'phone, I'm sort of knocked out. I never dreamed... But, I say, what did you mean about Bruce?”
“I told you, I told you.” Sally's face was twisted and the receiver shook in her hand. “I've made a fool of myself. I never realized... And now it's too late.”
“Good God!” Ginger's voice rose in a sharp wail. “You can't mean you really... You don't seriously intend to marry the man?”
“I must. I've promised.”
“But, good heavens...”
“It's no good. I must.”
“But the man's a blighter!”
“I can't break my word.”
“I never heard such rot,” said Ginger vehemently. “Of course you can. A girl isn't expected...”
“I can't, Ginger dear, I really can't.”
“But look here...”
“It's really no good talking about it any more, really it isn't... Where are you staying to-night?”
“Staying? Me? At the Plaza. But look here...”
Sally found herself laughing weakly.
“At the Plaza! Oh, Ginger, you really do want somebody to look after you. Squandering your pennies like that... Well, don't talk any more now. It's so late and I'm so tired. I'll come and see you to-morrow. Good night.”
She hung up the receiver quickly, to cut short a fresh outburst of protest. And as she turned away a voice spoke behind her.
