"No. I was thinking; Maggie, I wish I could come to Dieppe with you."
"Ah, I wish you could," said she graciously. "But you're left in charge of Omofaga."
She spoke as though in that charge lay consolation more than enough.
"I believe you care—I mean you think more about Omofaga than about——"
"Anything in the world?" she asked, in playful mockery.
"Than about me," he went on stubbornly.
"Than about your coming to Dieppe, you mean?"
"I mean, than about me," he repeated.
She looked at him wonderingly.
"My dear man," said she, taking his hand, "what's the matter?"