She knocked on the still bolted door.
"What is it ?" asked Ruth coldly.
"Let me in," answered Susan.

"I've got to see you." "Go to bed, Susie.

It's late." "You must let me in." The bolt shot back.

"All right.

And please unhook my dress--there's a dear." Susan opened the door, stood on the threshold, all her dark passion in her face.