"She said, 'You tell your wife to stop telephoning Robert Lamhorn to come and see her, because he isn't going to do it!' That's what she said! And I want to know what it means.

I intend--" A maid appeared at the lower end of the hall.

"Dinner is ready," she said, and, giving the troubled pair one glance, went demurely into the dining-room.

Roscoe disregarded the interruption.
"I intend to know exactly what has been going on," he declared.

"I mean to know just what--" Sibyl jumped up, almost touching him, standing face to face with him.
"Oh, you DO!" she cried, shrilly.