. wait a moment . . . [To LAURA.] It's some one asking for Mr.
Montague.

LAURA. Who is it?

ANDREWS. Hello! Who is this, please? [TO LAURA.] It's Mr. Bullen.

LAURA. Mr. Bullen? I'll speak to him. [Takes 'phone.] Hello, Mr.
Bullen ! This is Miss Hegan. I'm glad to hear from you. How are you?
Why, yes, Mr. Montague is coming out . . . I expect him here any time.
He was to take the three- five . . . just a moment. [Looks at clock.]
If the train's on time, he's due here now. We sent to meet him. Call
up again in about five minutes. Oh, you have to see him? As soon as
that? Nothing wrong, I hope. Well, he couldn't get back to the city
until after six. Oh, then you're right near us. Why don't you come
over? . . . That's the quickest way. No; take the trolley and come
right across. I'll be delighted to see you. What's that? Why, Mr.
Bullen! How perfectly preposterous! My father doesn't blame you for
what happened. Don't think of it. Come right along. I'll take it ill
of you if you don't . . . truly I will. Yes; please do. You'll just
have time to get the next trolley. Get off at the Merrick road, and
I'll see there's an auto there to meet you. Very well. Good-bye. [TO
ANDREWS.] Mr. Andrews, will you see there's a car sent down to the
trolley to meet Mr. Bullen?

ANDREWS. All right.

[Exit.]

LAURA. [Stands by table, in deep thought, takes a note from table and