"I suppose you're off to see your lady," he said casually.
Lewis laughed.
"Not yet. She isn't up until twelve ever."
"Doesn't get up until twelve?" said Leighton. "You've found that out, eh?"
"I didn't say 'doesn't get up'; I said 'isn't.' She gets up early enough, but it takes her hours. I've never even heard of a woman that takes such care of herself."
Leighton laid his paper aside.
"By the way," he said, "I've a confession to make to you, one that has worried me for some days. Your little affair drove it out of my mind last night."
"Well, Dad, go ahead," said Lewis. "I won't be hard on you."
"Have you any recollection of what you were working on before you went away?"
For a moment Lewis's face looked blank, then suddenly it flushed. He turned sharp eyes on his father.