"I've been packing all night," she returned. "Of course—I can't stay here, after what's happened."
"Of course not," he agreed sympathetically.
Having closed the outside door, she moved before him into a small drawing-room which adjoined the entry-hall on the left, and when he had followed shut its door with particular care.
"Sara's still packing," she explained, turning to Arlington. "Well?"
He hesitated, looking her over with a doubtful eye. But she was, at least outwardly, quite cool and collected, her manner exhibiting no undue amount of anxiety.
Still, a certain amount of make-believe would seem no more than decent....
"Look here," he said almost sharply—"you're feeling all right, eh?"
"Quite—only tired as a dog; and naturally—"
"I understand," he interrupted. "But you'll be fit to go on tonight, you think?"
"Don't worry about that," Joan advised him decidedly. "I'm hoping to get a nap before evening, but even if I don't, I know the first duty of an actress is always to her public."