They were silent for a little while.
'Are you not well, Miss Stanley?' he said presently.
'Oh, dear me, yes; I'm very well. Do I look ill?' she asked quite frankly, looking at him with her eyebrows raised.
'Ah, no; you look—' he hesitated, 'as you always do,' he ended, as though that was not what he would have liked to say.
'Why do you ask, then?'
'Because I fancied last night that you were in some kind of pain, and I have been uneasy ever since about it.'
'Last night? You're very kind: there wasn't the least ground for your uneasiness.'
'I was not the only one who thought so.'
'I am afraid the evening must have been very dull, then, if it gave two people that impression.'
'Oh, dulness was out of the question to me,' he said, with an eloquent look. 'But I suppose we couldn't expect Mr Roland to be very cheerful, under the circumstances.'