"Busy!" she reported.
"I was just thinking," Martin said, "that we might stay in town and go to the Orpheum; how about it? Do we have to have Peter and Alix?"
Cherry flushed, angered again, in the well-remembered way, under all her fright and stir. Her voice had its old bored note.
"Well, Martin, I've been their guest for two months!"
"I'd just as soon have them!" Martin conceded, indifferently.
But the diverted thought had helped Cherry, irritation had nerved her, and the reminder of Martin's old, trying stupidities had lessened her fear of him.
"I've got to send a telegram-for Alix," she said.
"What about?" he asked, less curious than ill-bred.
"Good-bye to some people who are sailing!" Cherry answered, calmly. "Only don't mention it to Alix, because I promised it would go earlier!" she added.
"I saw the office back here," he told her. They went to it together, and he was within five feet of her while she scribbled her note.