She studied him a second, and then tried to smile, adding quickly:—
"I don't like you to disappoint me like this."
"What do you mean?" he asked nervously.
She frowned, but it was at herself, not at him. It did not do much except make dimples between her brows.
"I lay awake a good deal last night—thinking," she answered.
"Good Lord!" he exclaimed. "You ought n't to have done that!"
"It was n't wise," she admitted. "But I looked forward to the daylight—and you—to bring me back to normal."
"Well, here we are," he hastened to assure her. "I had the sun up ready for you several hours ago."
"You—you look so serious."
She leaned forward.