Somebody loved her—that was the great joy and wonder of the world. She no longer felt herself unwanted. There was one man to whom she was not merely a tie and a nuisance.
Then Chris said abruptly: "It's a pity you came if you're so easily tired."
She started and looked up at him.
"What do you mean? I'm not tired."
All her weariness had forsaken her, driven away by new and happier thoughts.
He laughed grimly.
"Feathers told me that you were tired and had stayed behind to rest."
He searched her face with vague suspicion.
Marie answered rather sharply:
"There seemed no object in my trudging round behind you all; I was not playing and I did not understand the game."