"Lord, no!" protested Philip, reddening. "I feel ever so much better
than I look."

"I'm glad of that," said Diane, smiling. "You lost a lot of blood and
bumped your head dreadfully on a jagged rock. Would you mind," her
wonderful black eyes met his in a glance of frank inquiry, "would you
mind--explaining? There was so much excitement and storm last night
that we haven't the slightest notion what happened."

"Neither have I!" exclaimed Philip ruefully.

The girl's eyes widened.

"How very singular!" she said.

"It is indeed!" admitted Philip.

"You must be an exceedingly hapless young man!" she commented with
serious disapproval. "I imagine your life must be a monotonous round
of disaster and excitement!"

"Fortuitously," owned Philip, "it's improving!"

Piqued by his irresistible good humor in adversity, Diane eyed him
severely.

"Are you so in the habit of being mysteriously stabbed in the shoulder
whenever it storms," she demanded with mild sarcasm, "that you can
retain an altogether pernicious good humor?"