"
"I don't," Diana smiled a little uncertainly. "Enoch, I wonder if you
know how well you look! You are so tanned and so clear-eyed! I'm
going to be jealous of the women at every dinner party I imagine you
attending!"
Enoch laughed. "Diana, my reputation as a woman hater is going to be
increased every year. See if it's not!"
The telephone rang and Diana answered the call.
"Yes! Yes, Jonas is here, Fred Jonas--I'll take the message." There
was a pause, then Diana said steadily, "See if I repeat correctly.
Tell the Boss the President wishes him to take first train East, making
all possible speed. Wire at once date of arrival. Signed Abbott."
Diana hung up the receiver and turned to Enoch, who had risen and was
standing beside her.
"Orders, eh, Enoch?" she said, trying to smile with white lips.
Enoch did not answer. He stood staring at the girl's quivering mouth,
while his own lips stiffened. Then he said quietly: "Will you tell me
where I can find Jonas, Diana?"
"He's in the kitchen with Na-che. I'll go bring him in."
"No, stay here, Diana, sweetheart. Your face tells too much. I'll be
back in a moment."
Jonas looked up from the potatoes he was peeling, as Enoch came into
the kitchen.
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