Chapter XI: (Wednesday, April 10.)

SHE--Madison 7-9-3-1-y, please. Is that you, Carroll?

HE--Yes, it is I.

SHE--I think it perfectly hateful of you to send me that mean note, Carroll Vincent.

HE--Now, look here, girlie, don't you think you're to blame?

SHE--I? Why, the idea!

HE--Yes, you. I don't believe you care for me at all.

SHE--Why, Carroll Vincent, how can you say that?

HE--Now, say, Genevieve, don't take that tone with me. You know you had no business flirting with Jack Smallwood as you did last night at Lehmann's.

SHE--Flirting? Why, Mr. Vincent, how dare you?

HE--Yes, flirting. I said it. If you cared anything for me, you wouldn't treat me so contemptibly as you have been lately.

SHE--Contemptibly? What have I been doing, I'd like to know?

HE--I think the way you carried on with Jack was perfectly outrageous. As for him, when----

SHE--Carroll Vincent, you ought to be grateful to him, if you love me.

HE--If I love you?

SHE--Yes, if you love me. You know very well he introduced us. And Jack isn't anything to me.

HE--And you don't care for him?

SHE--Certainly I like him. He's one of my oldest friends.

HE--Oh, those friends!

SHE--You're letting your jealousy run away with you.

HE--Maybe I am, but I'm glad I found him out before it was too late.

SHE--Indeed! And do you think it is too late? (Pause) What did you say?

HE--I didn't say anything. I was thinking. Listen, Genevieve, what's the use of our going on like this? I see now I was pig-headed to send that note. It was cruel to you. I'll never forgive myself.

SHE--I'm glad you're coming to your senses.

HE--I don't blame you for being angry, Genevieve, dear.

SHE--Oh! Carroll, how could you be so unjust?

HE--I'm awfully remorseful. Can't I come tonight and tell you more?

SHE--Why, certainly, you old goose. I'll forgive you.

HE--I'm so glad, Genevieve. But, tell me, dearest girl, you don't care for Jack Smallwood.

SHE--No, you silly boy. He isn't worth your little finger.

HE--Thank you, sweetheart. Goodbye.