And again she laughed, very gently and happily. Dear God, that such happiness could come to one! "Sylvia?" "Yes, dear?" "Do you love me?" "I think you may believe it, when I sit here at four o'clock in the morning, listening to a silly boy talk nonsense over a telephone wire." "But I want to hear you say so!" "But Central--" "I tell you Central has other things to do!" At this juncture the voice of Central, jaded and acidulated, broke in curtly: "Are you through?"