"Something has happened, Bess; but I can't talk to-night. I'm as tired out as a hound after a hard day across country. I must get straight to bed."
"You look awfully worried, dear. Eat something; I'm sure you need it."
"You girls always seem to think that if a man can only be got to eat, nothing else matters," I exclaimed fretfully.
"Well, try the prescription now at any rate," she replied with a bright smile. "And while you eat I have something to tell you."
"If it's anything in the shape of another worry keep it till the morning; if it will keep, that is."
"I'm afraid it won't, Paul," she said, with such a rueful air that I could not refrain from smiling.
"Well, I'll take your medicine, if only to please you"; and I sat down to the dainty little meal she had had prepared. "What is it?"
"Eat something first," she insisted; and began to talk about a number of insignificant matters.
"Now tell me," I said at length.
"We have another visitor, Paul."