"I have interrupted you, Cyprian."
"Of course you have. What else have I ever existed for but to keep my temper under your interruptions, Ferlie?"
"There is so much to say," and she drank him in with happy eyes.
He ran one thumb along the edge of the paper, still faintly worried.
"But I must arrange something. You can't go without any dinner at all. I've ordered 'for one' up here and, of course, you must eat mine. I'll see if it's what you like."
There was a hint of exasperation in her voice as she checked his advance upon the bell.
"Do they allow you such small helpings? I can share your dinner when they send it up, if you will insist upon making me eat when I don't want to."
She pulled him down beside her, by his sleeve, into the other chair.
"Do you know you have not even said that you are glad to see me?"
"Glad? Why, Ferlie, you know——" he broke off to stare back at her, and then repeated, "Glad?"