He helped her to some chicken; and Burke, laying the plate before her, went in search of wine.
She toyed for a moment or two with the food, making pretence to eat.
At last Larry looked at her.
"You're eating nothing. Aren't you hungry?"
She started nervously.
"No; I'm not hungry. I—I had a glass of milk in my room. I couldn't wait for dinner." She tried to laugh, as she told the falsehood.
He accepted the explanation.
"Then you must have a glass of wine now!" he said genially, as Burke re-entered with a dusty bottle of port. "Give me the bottle, Burke!"
He took it from the old man's hands, and poured some wine into Clodagh's glass; and as he leant forward, he suddenly saw by the light of the candles that her eyes were wide and black, her face very white.
"Clo, you're not feeling ill?" he asked, in quick concern.