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Lighting a cigarette, he was trying to think what he had been doing before their conversation started, when the telephone-bell rang. "Eric? It's me, darling. We were cut off. Eric, don't be bitter with me. I've never done anything to deserve your love, but it's been so wonderful that I won't allow you to say anything which will spoil it.
I've been sitting by the front window, waiting to let you in, but I went to sleep until a little while ago, when the telephone-bell rang and he got up and answered it. He kept talking a long time; it was something about the Tocsin, and I'm afraid there's been a murder down-town. When he went back to bed I fell asleep again, and then those darkies woke me up. How on earth did you expect to get in?
The telephone-bell had grown from a dream into a nightmare; and at last he had said to himself in the nightmare: 'I might just as well be up and working as lying throttled here by this confounded nightmare. And by an effort of will he had wakened.
Another strange night had begun, with the master of the house away. Lois went to her room to lie down clothed, jumping up to come to the head of the stairs whenever the telephone-bell rang, and then going back again when she found that those who were consulting were asking for information instead of giving it; but by and by the messages ceased. Suppose Justin never came back!
All this is horrible!" They were both making for the door, when M. de Lourtier hesitated. The telephone-bell was ringing. "It's from there," he said. "From there?" "Yes, my old nurse gives me the news at the same time every day." He unhooked the receivers and handed one to Renine, who whispered in his ear the questions which he was to put. "Is that you, Felicienne? How is she?" "Not so bad, sir."
Accordingly, Katharine did nothing but scrub one of her circles an intense black with her pencil, in the midst of which process the telephone-bell rang, and she left the room to answer it. When she returned, Mrs. Hilbery had found not the passage she wanted, but another of exquisite beauty as she justly observed, looking up for a second to ask Katharine who that was?
On that night she had turned herself from an adventure into a habit; in place of sentimental tilting there had been born a love without passion. . . . He laid aside the diary as the telephone-bell rang. "Hullo? Good-morning, Eric. Many happy returns of the day!" "But it isn't my birthday." "It's our new play, stupid. Are you feeling very nervous?" "Not in the least.
But these poor old shabby dubs in their shabby duds a couple who were plebeian even in Jayville! If there had not been such a popular prejudice against mauling one's innocent parents about, Kedzie would probably have taken her father and mother to the dumb-waiter and sent them down to the ash-can. As she hung between despair and anxiety the telephone-bell rang.
She hoped that Dyckman would take her out to the theater or a dance, and she put on her best bib and tucker, the bib being conspicuously missing. She was taking a last look at the arrangement of her little living-room when the telephone-bell rang and the maid came to say: "'Scuse me, Miss Adair, but hall-boy says your father and mother is down-stairs." Kedzie almost fainted.
It distressed Annette to such an extent that now, if she went upstairs and heard Sellers' voice in the studio, she came down again without knocking. One afternoon, sitting in her room, she heard the telephone-bell ring. The telephone was on the stairs, just outside her door. She went out and took up the receiver. 'Halloa! said a querulous voice. 'Is Mr Beverley there?
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