Oh!
I wanted to know, I wanted to ask . . . that is, I wanted to inquire if it was all right!
All right?
All right with your father.
Yes.
Well, I just wanted to know.
Yes.
Well—Harold vainly sought for words to continue—, well, good-bye.
Wait . . . a minute. The voice was faint but desperate.
He waited, much too embarrassed to speak.
A long silence.
I wish . . . Well . . .
Is somebody listening?
Yes.
You want me to ask questions?
Yes.
Overjoyed, his mind began to work faster.
Do you want me to go to court with you in the morning?
Yes.
Where shall I meet you?
Silence. Harold groaned. He was entirely unacquainted with New York.
Must I say?
The outside door slammed.
The same thing, Harold ejaculated, almost in a whisper.
