"Just looked up to see if you've got any more work ready," she explained.
He sprang to his feet and stood there, for a moment, unsteadily.
"Come in and shut the door," he ordered. "Look! Look!" he added, pointing to his table. "Thirty-three sheets! I've been working all the time. I've been living, I tell you, living God knows where!—not in this accursed little world. Here, let's pick up the sheets. There's enough work for you."
She looked at him curiously.
"Have you been in that chair ever since?" she asked.
"Ever since," he assented enthusiastically.
"Any lunch?"
"Not a scrap. Never thought about it."
"You'll make yourself sick, that's what you'll do," she declared. "Go out and get something at once."
"Never even thought about lunch," he repeated, half to himself. "Where have you been?"