“I guess I can get my dinner pretty near any time. I don't—” He had a thought. “Did you—”
“Did I what?”
“Did you have your dinner before I met you?”
“No.”
“Well, aren't you—”
She shook her head. “I don't want any.”
“Why not?”
“I don't think people have very much appetite to-day and yesterday,” she said, with the hint of a sad laugh, “all over America.”
“No; I guess that's so.”
“It's too terrible!” she said. “I can't sit and eat when I think of the Lusitania—of all those poor, poor people strangling in the water—”