"Thank you very much indeed," she answered. "You are always so thoughtful. But I'm not going out again tonight. It's quite out of the question; please don't urge me," and she left the room without a look at the disappointed face of the young doctor.
"Now, what does that mean?" he inquired in amazement.
"You ought to know."
"I don't know. Do you?"
"I think I do."
"Won't you tell me?"
"If you think over any conversations you have had recently about Miss Merriam perhaps it will come to you."
"And you won't tell me?"
"I may be a wrong interpreter. At any rate I'm not an interferer. Your affairs are your own."
"That's a very slender hint you've given me, but I'll do my best with it."