"I really didn't expect to find you. I was going to write a note and slip it under the door."
"I didn't feel well today so I didn't go to work."
"May I come in?"
"Of course."
Inside, a shadow of concern moved like a quick cloud across her beautiful face. "You don't look well, Frank."
"I'm quite all right, really. Haven't been sleeping too well, but there's been a lot on my mind."
"I've been hoping you'd phone."
"I wanted to but there didn't seem to be anything to say. Nothing except that I'm sorry I let you down so miserably."
"Frank! You didn't. You really didn't. It was just that—oh, it's not important any more."
"No. It's not important now."