Merriam did so, and she came up to him--that is to say, to the bowl--and inserted the stems all together, and with her pink fingers wet from the cool water deftly arranged the blossoms. Then, drying her finger tips on a very small handkerchief, she turned and raised her eyes to him gravely. He saw at last that she was pale--that she had been wakeful. Perhaps she had been crying. In sudden concern he stood dumb.
"Did you sleep well?" she asked.
He mustered his forces to reply.
"I am afraid I did," he said, ashamed.
She looked at him forgivingly.
"Of course you must have been dreadfully tired," she said. "I hardly slept at all," she added. "I am terribly worried about George. We didn't even know where he was until--a little while ago." Evidently Rockwell had already reported some part, at least, of Simpson's disclosure.
For a moment they stood silent, tacitly avoiding reference to George Norman's ascertained whereabouts.
Then Mollie June raised her eyes again.
"I'm worried, too, about--what we did last night. We mustn't do--so, again."
She met his eyes, very serious.