"Then why didn't you stay?"
"I—I wasn't feeling top-hole," he murmured lamely, wondering why girls always wanted to go back and stir up dogs that had gone comfortably to sleep.
"Did it come on suddenly?" said Jinny, unsympathetically, her eyes still upon the pyramids.
Something whimsical twitched at Jack Ryder's lips. "Very suddenly. Like thunder, out of China crost the bay."
"I suppose that dancing with the same girl in succession brings on the seizures?"
So she had noticed that!... Not for nothing were those bright, gray eyes of hers! Not for nothing the red hair.
"Well, I rather think it did," he said deliberately. "That girl was a child who hadn't danced in four years—so she said, and I believe her."
And Jinny received what he intended to convey. "Stepped on your buckled shoon and you felt a martyr?... But why bolt? There were other girls who had danced within four years—"
"I went into the garden," he murmured. "The fact is, I was feeling awfully—queer," he brought out in an odd tone.
Queer was a good word for it. He let it go at that. He couldn't do better.