"You look heaps better." he declared fervently. He always said the same thing every time he saw her. "You do feel better, don't you?"
She laughed at his eagerness.
"I really feel quite well, but they will persist that I'm an invalid."
She looked around for Chris, but he had strolled away, and she gave a little sigh.
"I've got to go back to town to-morrow," young Atkins said presently. He spoke rather lugubriously.
"Rotten, isn't it? And, I say, Mrs. Lawless, I may come and see you when you get back, mayn't I?"
"If you want to—of course!"
"Of course I want to?" He had never been in love before, but he was fully persuaded that he was in love now, and he never lost an opportunity to scowl at Chris—when his back was turned!
He moved a little closer to Marie, and looked down at her earnestly.
"If ever there's anything you want done, never be afraid to ask me to do it!" he said. "You'll remember that, won't you?"