"What's the matter, Cort? Aren't you going to speak to me?" she asked carelessly.
He forced a laugh. "Oh, yes, of course."
"Where have you been? Do you realize that I haven't seen you for the last two days?"
"Four," he corrected soberly. "I—I've been very busy."
"That's no explanation. You're angry?"
"No, not at all. I—thought I'd better not come."
She examined him curiously, and laid her fingers on his arm. "How funny you are? Has anything happened?"
He didn't reply at once, and kept his gaze away from her. "I came here to-day," he said deliberately, "because I thought it would be the one place where you and I wouldn't meet."
"Oh!" and she turned away abruptly, her chin in the air, "I'm sorry. We needn't meet now," and she hurried her steps.
But he lengthened his stride and kept pace with her.