"Thank you. I don't believe I have, particularly."
"Oh, I'm sorry!... Have you suffered at all from the blues, since you got well of the cold and escaped at midnight from your little fort?"
Canning continued to look at her.
"I've felt lonely," said he, "when the moon shines bright."
"You?"
A knock fell upon the door, making all look up; and Kerr bustling forward, first opened the door, and then stepped out into the hall. He returned in a moment, his round face puckered dubiously.
"It's Johnson," he explained--"chap across the hall, with the better apartment. Wanted to show it to me now. He's living down the river, and's going off in half an hour. H'm. Well, guess I better let it go till the next time he's in."
"Don't mind us, old chap," said Canning, without hesitation.
"If you wanted mamma to look at it with you, Willie? Perhaps--"
Mrs. Heth was already on her feet.