[XXXI]
Herman Medfield glanced at her sharply as she came in.
"I've been ringing some time," he said dryly.
"I was in the linen-room. I'm sorry. I came as soon as I could."
He looked at her face. "What is the matter?" he asked.
"Nothing." She shook her head.
"You look as if you had been crying," he said, studying her.
"I haven't anything to cry about. I am very happy!" She returned his gaze serenely, with a little fluttering look that came and went underneath.
"You look happy," he admitted. "But I could swear you'd been crying."