“It’s all right. Ted was at the club.”
“Was he!”
“Yes, old scarlet face, he were.”
“I’m not.”
“He came in just before closing time and straight up to me and ast where you were. He looked sick when I told him, and so fagged.”
“It was awfully hot in town,” murmured Miriam tenderly.
She went to the piano and struck a note very softly.
“He played a single with the duffer and lost it.”
“Oh, well, of course, he was so tired.”
“Yes, but it wasn’t that. It was because you weren’t there. He’s simply no good when you’re not there, now. He’s perfectly different.”