“You are well, Alick? quite well, I hope?” were the next words she addressed to him, as she gazed anxiously in his care-worn face.
“Not very well, little Drusa,” he answered.
And ah! who could be well with an evil conscience!
“It is—nothing serious, dear Alick?” she inquired, growing pale with fear for his health.
“No, little goose! only spring languor and the fatigue of my journey,” he answered, with a laugh that reassured her.
“Oh; and perhaps you have not had breakfast,” she exclaimed, hastily rising.
“Yes, yes, I have,” he said, gayly, pushing her back in her seat. “I had breakfast two hours ago. I don’t want that, nor do I want lunch yet, so you need give yourself no trouble about me for awhile.”
“But would you like to go to your dressing-room? All is ready for you there.”
“I’ll warrant; but I made my toilet where I got my breakfast, so I need not leave you even for that purpose.”
“Your luggage, Alick, have they brought it up?”