CHAPTER XXIX
Sylvia did not look at Runyon as he picked up his coat and hat and vanished. She did not realize that he had achieved a perfect middle ground between an undignified escape and a too deliberate going. She was regarding Harboro wanly. “You shouldn’t have come back,” she said. She had not moved.
“I didn’t go away,” said Harboro.
Her features went all awry. “You mean——”
“I’ve spent the day in the guest-chamber. I had to find out. I had to make sure.”
“Oh, Harboro!” she moaned; and then with an almost ludicrously swift return to habitual, petty concerns: “You’ve had no food all day.”
The bewildered expression returned to his eyes. “Food!” he cried. He stared at her as if she had gone insane. “Food!” he repeated.
She groped about as if she were in the dark. When her fingers came into contact with a chair she drew it toward her and sat down.