Wiping her eyes on the ruffle of the sofa pillow, she sat up and faced him, while her pride hardened again.
"Gabriella, I have come back."
"I see you have," she answered coldly, and choked over a sob.
"What are you crying about, Gabriella?"
"I—I have a headache."
"Have you thought about me at all to-day?"
"A little."
He laughed softly, the laugh of a conqueror.
"I'm glad at least that I didn't give you the headache."
"You didn't. I had it anyway."