She flashed a glance at Jimmy, and saw for the first time the surgical dressing on his head.
“You—you are not hurt?” she cried in alarm, then checked herself.
“Not at all,” said Jimmy loudly, “nothing, I assure you.”
He was in an unusual panic, and wished he had not come.
“He tripped over a hearthrug and fell against a marble mantelpiece,” lied Angel elaborately. “The marble has been in the possession of my family for centuries, and is now badly, and I fear irretrievably, damaged.”
Jimmy smiled, and his smile was infectious.
“A gross libel, Miss Kent,” he said, recovering his nerve. “As a matter of fact——”
“As a matter of fact,” interrupted Angel impressively, “Jimmy was walking in his sleep——”
“Be serious, Mr. Angel,” implored the girl, who was now very concerned as she saw the extent of Jimmy’s injury, and noticed the dark shadows under his eyes. “Was it Spedding?”
“It was,” said Angel promptly. “A little attempt which proved a failure.”