Far from demanding explanations, she resolved she would give him no chance to make them.
Therefore, when his meal was ready and every last inviting touch had been given the tray, she said casually to Sylvia:
"Suppose you take it up, dear?"
"I?"
"Yes. Why not? Do you mind?"
"Not at all. I just thought perhaps you'd rather."
Marcia shook her head.
"I want to stir the Newburg and see it doesn't catch," she explained, avoiding the girl's eyes. "We are too hungry to risk having our dinner spoiled. You might just wait and cut the chops for Mr. Heath and fix his potato. Find out, too, if there is anything more he wants. You needn't hurry back. I'll keep things hot."
The task suggested did not, apparently, displease Sylvia.