somewhere to dance tonight I shall die—and Curtis is in Washington. Somewhere with very loud jazz and cocktails in coffee-cups"
Listening to his answer, she sank into a low chair, smiling a little, shutting her eyes.
"Don't be silly! . . . I'll tell you when I see you—maybe! . . . Au 'voir"
Putting the receiver into its hook, she lay with the telephone against her breast, in a silence that still vibrated with Maurice's words.
When she finished writing her interview that night Irma Goff was still too excited to sleep, in spite of the hour. So she wrote to mamma and Velma, telling them all about it.
