He was almost trembling when at length he said:
"That was on--that last night."
"Yes," said Aphrodite, who is always chary of speech.
Suddenly he saw that her averted face was wistful, sad.
"Are you happy, Mollie June?" he cried.
Though she turned only partly to him he saw that her eyes were more a woman's eyes than he had known them and were full of tears.
"Not--very," she said.
He sat dumbly on his chair, full of pain for her, yet not altogether saddened that she should not be entirely happy with another man.
But now her face was fully towards him, and her eyes had become dry and looked past him.
"Oh, Mr. Merriam--you don't know! I can't tell you----"