while he watched her with his grey, piercing eyes, not speaking at
all.

Finally she summoned strength to look up at him with a quivering
smile. "You are very kind. I am sorry to have given you so much
trouble."

He made an abrupt movement that she fancied denoted impatience.
"Can't you eat any more?" he said.

She shook her head, still bravely smiling. "I can't--really. I
think--I think perhaps you are right. I had better go to bed, and
you will tell me everything in the morning."

"Finish the drink anyhow!" he said.

She hesitated momentarily, but he pushed the glass firmly towards
her and she obeyed.

She stood up then and faced him. "Will you please tell me one
thing--to--to set my mind at rest? Guy--Guy isn't ill?"

He looked her straight in the face. "No."

"You are sure?" she said.

"Yes." He spoke with curt decision, yet oddly she wondered for a
fleeting second if he had told her the truth.

His look seemed to challenge the doubt, to beat it down. Half