"I'll send him along with them. Mind," warningly, "that you're nice to him."
She grew hotter still.
Presently Ted came to her.
"O'Brien asked me to bring you these," he said stiffly.
"Oh, thanks!" She dimpled at him charmingly.
"Don't you want anything to eat or drink? The coffee's awfully good."
"No, thanks."
He stood a moment.
She wondered why he looked so terribly tired, why he was so pale, with such dark rings round his eyes. All the mother in her wakened, and, with her shame, swamped the old sense of antagonism and made her long to make amends.
He turned on his heel.