"Are you well?" he said, staring at her.
"Why do you ask? I am perfectly well," she replied, in a tone of some annoyance.
"I beg your pardon; you look so black under the eyes. Do you work too hard at night?"
"I never work too hard, Mr. Franks; you are absolutely mistaken in me."
"I am glad to hear it. Is your next story ready?"
"I am finishing it."
"May I see it?"
"No, I cannot show it to you. You shall have it by to-morrow or next day at latest."
"Do you feel inclined to do some more essays for our paper?"
"I would rather not," said Florence.