“You are looking tired,” Verbeck observed.
“You’re not very complimentary, Roger. Perhaps I am a bit tired, though.”
“Too much Charity Ball?” he asked.
“I am not worrying much about that. I intend going, of course.”
“I should hope so,” Verbeck said.
“Would it disappoint you very much if I said I’d rather not?”
“Nothing you can do will disappoint me,” he said loyally; “but I cannot imagine a Charity Ball without you in attendance. Are you thinking of remaining away?”
She was looking ahead, and Verbeck imagined that her lips quivered for an instant.
“Is anything the matter?” he asked. “You don’t seem to be yourself to-day.”
“I—oh, it is nothing, Roger! Perhaps I am a bit nervous. Let us talk of something else. Here we are at home. You’ll come in, of course?”