'I wrote to him, asking him to call,' she added.
Mr.Le Mesurier looked up from the pages of his _Times_.

'Why ?' he asked quickly.
'I want him to tell me something.' The _Times_ crackled in his hands and fluttered to the floor.

He opened his mouth to speak and thought better of it, and repeated the action more than once.

Then he scratched his head with a helpless air, and picked up his newspaper.

'Silly girl!' he said at last; 'silly girl!' and relapsed into silence.