"Indeed?" replied Fenie vacantly.
"Yes; he looks as if he had slept scarcely a wink last night."
"Pshaw!" exclaimed Fenie with a slight frown.
Kate was somewhat provoked at this, but she controlled herself and continued:
"I asked him what was troubling him, but he wouldn't tell me, although he has always made me his confidant."
Fenie looked uncomfortable, but she showed no sign of becoming communicative, so Kate went on:
"Don't you suppose I would be of any service to you or him in the matter?"
"Not in the slightest degree," said Fenie, with a start. She was thinking only of the ridiculousness of Kate assisting at the work of rummaging the pockets of the various garments which Phil had worn since he missed the sketches, but Kate naturally failed to imagine that, so she misconstrued the gesture.
"I do hope, dear," she said, as sympathetically as she could, "that it isn't anything serious!"