“Are you coming to supper?” he asked, and she rose and joined him.
“Are you rested? I’m afraid you must be sinking.”
“I’m quite all right. Is your room nice?”
“Very comfortable. You don’t mind them adjoining?”
“Why should I?”
“There’s certainly no reason,” he admitted.
They supped together cheerfully and he made her drink hot soup. He was a teetotaller but Medora asked for some beer.
“I dare say I’ll get used to giving it up soon,” she said. “In fact I mean to. Where I can be like you, Jordan, I shall be. But I’m used to a glass for supper and I’m extra tired to-day.”
He ordered a small bottle of Bass and under the stimulant she grew happy and confidential. She talked a great deal.
“I didn’t think I should have been able to eat a bit,” she said, “but I never enjoyed a meal more.”