"Oh, no," Mallory amended, "I mean I haven't had breakfast."
But Kathleen scowled with a jealousy of her own: "You seem to be getting along famously for mere train-acquaintances."
"Oh, that's all we are, and hardly that," Mallory hastened to say with too much truth. "Sit down here a moment, won't you?"
"No, no, I haven't time," she said, and sat down. "Mamma will be waiting for me. You haven't been in to see her yet?"
"No. You see——"
"She cried all night."
"For me?"
"No, for papa. He's such a good traveler—and he had such a good start. She really kept the whole car awake."
"Too bad," Mallory condoled, perfunctorily, then with sudden eagerness, and a trial at indifference: "I see you have that bracelet still."
"Of course, you dear fellow. I wouldn't be parted from it for worlds."