“He has a headache,” said Zona. “He’s gone upstairs.”
Having excused herself for a few moments, June went in search of her brother. She found him pacing the floor in an upper room.
“Come, Chester,” she urged; “aren’t you going to join us?”
“Oh, what’s the use! I don’t want anything. Let me alone.”
“But you must come. Think how it looks! What will the others think?”
“I don’t care!”
“But I care, Chester. You must come down for my sake.”
“Tell ’em I’ve got a headache! Tell ’em anything.”
“No, no; I can’t do that! They will know better. You must come down. Please come, Chester. I am sure I would do as much for you.”
“All right. I will come, June; but it’s a mistake. The best thing you can do is to leave me here. I am dangerous to-night.”