took the chair nearest to the lounge where Athalie lay.
"With him she visited the various museums and art galleries."
"Suppose we dine somewhere?" he suggested, fondling the purring Angora and rubbing its ears.
"Would you mind," she said, "if I didn't?"
"You're very tired, aren't you, Miss Greensleeve?"
"A little. I don't believe I have the energy to go out with you."
Still fondling the willing cat he said: "What's wrong? Something's wrong, isn't it?"