If I didn`t think about it, maybe the telephone might ring. Sometimes it does that. If I could think of something else. If I could think of something else. Maybe if I counted five hundred by fives, it might ring by that time. I`ll count slowly. I won`t cheat. And if it rings when I get to three hundred, I won`t stop; I won`t answer it until I get to five hundred. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty, forty-five, fifty.... Oh, please ring. Please.
This is the last time I`ll look at the clock. I will not look at it again. It`s ten minutes past seven. He said he would telephone at five o`clock. "I`ll call you at five, darling." I think that`s where he said "darling." I`m almost sure he said it there. I know he called me "darling" twice, and the other time was when he said good-bye. "Good-bye, darling." He was busy, and he can`t say much in the office, but he called me "darling" twice. He couldn`t have minded my calling him up. I know you shouldn`t keep telephoning them ?I know they don`t like that. When you do that they know you are thinking about them and wanting them, and that makes them hate you. But I hadn`t talked to him in three days ?not in three days. And all I did was ask him how he was; it was just the way anybody might have called him up. He couldn`t have minded that. He couldn`t have thought I was bothering him. "No, of course you`re not," he said. And he said he`d telephone me.