"Did you do that for me?" he asked, his face lighting.
She nodded.
"I wore it the night of your nomination, and I put it on to-night to bring you luck at the polls. Was it silly of me?"
"Not if somebody else doesn't see."
"Joe'll not see. I shall have gone to my room before he comes. I'll not keep you long. It's enough that you've proved you cared to come. It's a crumb of comfort in my wretchedness."
"You know I've been on the jump," he returned, adding dryly, "You don't look as wretched as your note led me to expect."
"You can't know."
"Not till I'm told."
"The scene there's been, I mean."
"Scene? What scene?"