"What delightful stories you do tell," said Eugénie with a blush. "I wish I could believe them; now, my friend, let me return the compliment by looking at you."
She took his face between her hands and looked at it keenly beneath the searching glare of the gas, then shook her head.
"You are much paler than you used to be," she said critically. "There are dark circles under your eyes, deep lines down the side of your mouth, and your face looks haggard. Is it work, or--or the other thing?"
"Do you mean dissipation, Eugénie?" said Keith, with a smile, taking a seat. "Well, I expect I have been rather dissipated, but now you are here I'll be a good boy."
"Have you been worried?" asked Miss Rainsford.
Keith sighed.
"Yes; very much worried over this terrible case. I suppose you've seen all about it?"
Eugénie nodded.
"Yes; I've read all about it in the papers. Now I suppose you've nothing to do?"
"No--not that I care much--you see I've got this burlesque coming off, and then there's that money."