"Why--no. Is there anything the matter, George?"
"Not for me," said Merriam, and he rose and faced her.
"I was afraid--" She stopped, looked hard.
"George, you look--oh!"
She passed her hand across her eyes. It was a stage gesture, but when stage situations occur in real life the conventional "business" of the boards is often justified.
She looked again.
"Mr. Merriam!"
John Merriam stepped quickly forward. It occurred to him that she might faint. He had read many novels.
But Mollie June did nothing of the sort.
"Mr. Merriam!" she cried again. "How do you come here? Where is--Mr. Norman? How did you get in that?"