"It will get out, I'm sure. Such things always do."
He eyed her gravely, kindly, with an expression she had never seen upon his face.
"Then—we'll face it together," he said.
After a moment her glance drooped, a faint color tinged her cheeks.
"I—wouldn't dare face it alone. I couldn't. But you're tired—sick."
He nodded. "You must lie down and sleep, and get to be yourself
again—We can't tell what may happen now at any moment."
"It's the reaction, I suppose. I'm all in. And you?"
She shook her head. "I couldn't sleep if I tried. I feel as if I'd never be able to sleep again. I—I'll sit and watch and—wait."
CHAPTER XVI
That afternoon Mrs. Knight, in a great flutter of excitement, arrived with Jim at the Elegancia. Embracing her daughter in tremulous, almost tearful delight, she burst forth:
"You DEAR! You DARLING! Jim came home not an hour ago and told me everything. I thought I should swoon."
"Told you—everything?" Lorelei flashed a glance at her brother, who made a quick sign of reassurance.