When she said "for us," I got another thrill there in the dark, and right away I got quite the opposite when she said "the glass room."
I had not heard of it before. No; that was the première for the phrase with me; but it was one of those phrases which carry their own connotation; and this was decidedly an uncomfortable one.
"What's the 'glass room'?" I asked her.
"Never mind," she said, and it was like a mother to a child. You've heard something of the sort when a visitor let slip, before the children, a remark about the feature atrocity in the morning paper. "Never mind," Doris said again to me.
"Well, I'm grown." I said. "And since I'm apparently a candidate for it, why not tell me—unless you prefer to have it come as a complete surprise to me?"
"Don't!" she asked me; and we stood in silence in the dark.
