"Pardon. Good morning. Aren't you going to give me a kiss?"
She turned her face to his languidly. He looked at Nell and raised his eyebrows. Then he sat down on the bed and talked.
Sheila Pat lay very quiet and answered monosyllabically.
"You're very unkind to me, Atom, you know."
She gave him another odd little glance, and her face grew scarlet.
"I—I'm thinkin'," she stammered. "—I'm not unkind—"
"Of course you're not! I was joking. I must be off now. Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
When he had gone, she lifted her head.
"Nell, when is Dr. Everton comin'?"