“Oh, yes?”
“That dog fellow, you know,” said Ginger, with a slight diminution of exuberance. His sensitive ear had seemed to detect a lack of animation in her voice. “I've just been talking to him over the 'phone, and it's all settled. If,” he added, with a touch of doubt, “you still feel like going into it, I mean.”
There was an instant in which Sally hesitated, but it was only an instant.
“Why, of course,” she said, steadily. “Why should you think I had changed my mind?”
“Well, I thought... that is to say, you seemed... oh, I don't know.”
“You imagine things. I was a little worried about something when you called me up, and my mind wasn't working properly. Of course, go ahead with it. Ginger. I'm delighted.”
“I say, I'm awfully sorry you're worried.”
“Oh. it's all right.”
“Something bad?”
“Nothing that'll kill me. I'm young and strong.”