you have rested a little we can go somewhere else."

"Yes. Eve told me you would be so kind as to take me to see things.
I'm not tired. I won't come in, if you'd rather----"

"Oh, you may as well see what sort of a den I've made for myself."

He led the way upstairs. When she reached the top, Patty was again
breathless, the result of excitement more than exertion. She
exclaimed at sight of the sitting-room. How cosy it was! What a
scent from the flowers! Did he always buy flowers for his room? No
doubt it was to please Eve. What a comfortable chair! Of course Eve
always sat in this chair?

Then her babbling ceased, and she looked up at Hilliard, who stood
over against her, with nervous delight. He could perceive no change
whatever in her, except that she was better dressed than formerly.
Not a day seemed to have been added to her age; her voice had
precisely the intonations that he remembered. After all, it was
little more than half a year since they were together in Paris; but
to Hilliard the winter had seemed of interminable length, and he
expected to find Miss Ringrose a much altered person.

"When did this headache begin?" he inquired, trying to speak without
over-much concern.

"She had a little yesterday, when she met me at the station. I
didn't think she was looking at all well."

"I'm surprised to hear that. She looked particularly well when I saw