A TANTALIZING GLIMPSE Felicia laid down the receiver and looked at me.

There was scarcely any need for words.

Her disappointment was written into her white face.
"You are not to come!" I said.
"I am not--to come," she repeated.

"After all, my holiday is not yet." "Will you tell me," I asked, "where I can find your uncle ?" She shook her head.
"You must not ask me such a thing," she declared.
"Remember," I said, "that I have really called to make his acquaintance as a matter of courtesy on behalf of my brother.

What excuse do you give me for his absence?
Tell me what it is that you are supposed to say in such a case ?" "Simply that he is away for a few days, engaged in the most important business," she answered.