"You may be right," said Lynn, tonelessly.
"Now, while Mrs. Hadwell is absorbed in the bald man with the red nose who is hanging at the other end of the room," said Amherst, hastily, "I want to ask you something. How is it that I never see you, now? It must be a month since I last had a real talk with you. What's the matter?"
"The matter? Why, nothing."
"You're not offended with me about anything?"
"Why, no."
"In the last few weeks I must have rung you up a dozen times, but you have always been out or engaged. You must lead a busy life."
"I do," said Lynn, smiling faintly. "But I am sorry you thought I didn't want to see you. It wasn't that."
"Wasn't it?"
Amherst's voice changed.
"Do you know that you have avoided me ever since that night at the Burns'?"