While unconscious that a secretary in a tabby-gray dress and gold eye-glasses was venturing to appraise her, Miss Joline remarked, in a high, clear voice: "Beastly bore to have to wait, isn't it! I suppose you can rush right in to see Mr. Truax any time you want to, Mrs. Ummmmm." "Schwirtz. Rotten name, isn't it?" Una smiled up condescendingly.
A few seconds later she returned and curled herself up with some cushions on the floor before the fireplace. "Ought to make some coffee, David's so hungry after church, too dead tired Ummmmm." Her voice trailed off into a murmur and she closed her eyes. David found her so, soundly sleeping, her hair curling about her face. He knelt down and kissed her. She opened one eye.