“Why didn’t you tell me that you had had an accident?” asked Lionel in a low tone.
“Because it would not have been true,” answered Miss Scott, limping along beside him.
“But you are lame,” objected Lionel.
“Very!”
“And you’ve got one shoulder higher than the other.”
“It’s quite noticeable, isn’t it?”
“And your figure and your complexion——”
“Awful, aren’t they? I suppose I’m absolutely repulsive, am I not?”
The girls were forging steadily ahead.
“No, dear, you never could be that to me,” answered Lionel earnestly. “I’m very anxious about you, that’s all.”