Her face grew scarlet. She dropped her eyes and turned away her head; and, seeing her so, he knew that he loved her.
“If there’s ever anything I can do—” he said unsteadily.
She glanced at him, and again their eyes met. She had never seen a look like that on any face.
“Th-thank you, Mr. Napier,” she stammered, and went away in haste.
She had no money for lunch, but she was not hungry. The hours went by quickly; she worked well to-day, and her heart was singing.
“See here, Miss Craig!” She looked up from her typewriter and saw Napier standing beside her. “You haven’t been out to lunch—and it’s two o’clock.”
“I just wanted to finish this last letter,” said Joey.
Again their eyes met, and he was dazzled by her loveliness. Her cheeks were[Pg 530] burning with heat and fatigue, and her eyes were brilliant.
“Look here!” he said. “You’re tired. I want you to go home and rest.”
“Oh, no, thanks!”