“You know why,” he said.
She inclined her head ever so slightly to where his late companions were seated.
“And this?” she asked. “Am I responsible for this, too?”
He laughed shortly.
“It would never have occurred to me to suggest such a thing,” he declared. “I am amusing myself a little. Why not?”
“Are you?” she asked calmly.
Her eyes drew his. He almost fancied that the quiver at the corners of her lips was of mirth.
“Somehow,” she continued, “I am not sure of that. I watched you now and then in there. It seemed to me that you were playing a part—rather a ghastly part! There’s nothing so wearisome, you know, as pretending to enjoy yourself.”
“I had a headache to-night,” he said, frowning.