She asked evasively: "How's your foot?"
"Much better, thanks. Guess I must've dislocated one of the smaller bones, in that logging stunt. It doesn't feel just right. I'll get an osteopath in tomorrow morning and see what he makes of it."
"It really was hurt while we were dancing, then?"
"What do you think? That I'd make a fuss like that and spoil my party just for fun?"
"I thought possibly you were pretending on my account."
"You mean, because your husband was there."
"So you did see him, after all."
"Yes—but rather hoped you hadn't."
"He wasn't alone, Lynn."
"I noticed that, too."