“No.”
“And you ate almost nothing.”
“That is just it, you see. I need something: otherwise I have no appetite.”
“In other words, you have formed a drink habit.”
“Oh, Dr. Strong!” It was half reproach, half insulted innocence, that wail.
“After a cocktail—or two—or three,” he looked at her closely, but she would not meet his eyes, “you eat pretty well?”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
“And then go to bed with a headache because you’ve stimulated your appetite to more food than your run-down mechanism can rightly handle.”
“I do have a good many headaches.”
“Do anything for them?”