He looked at her quickly.
"Quite unnecessary. Is there anything in that ice-box I could eat? I can't stop for lunch to-day."
She inspected his larder.
"I'll go get something," she said.
"Oh, don't bother. I'll do without."
Presently she started off, in hat and coat.
"Get enough for both of us, Miss Judd; I'll blow you to lunch."
She made no answer, closing the door softly not to disturb him. Later, she laid the table, served a chop, creamed potatoes, a salad, and Turkish coffee. When she called him, he came, drawing-board in hand. She served him.
"Where is your place?" he inquired.
"I brought some lunch."