"Carrissima," he said, with a glance at her profile, "what in the world's the matter?"
"Why, nothing, of course!"
"Oh yes, there's something," he insisted. "I flatter myself I'm good at reading faces, you know, and yours is always interesting—one never has to read between the lines."
"Does that mean I wear my heart on my sleeve?" she demanded.
"Naturally you fancy you're inscrutable," said Jimmy, with a laugh.
"We all do. Come now, suppose you tell me what it is!"
"What would be the use—if there were anything?"
"You might enable me to do you a good turn! If I couldn't cure your woe I could possibly make you forget it. Besides, people do tell me things. You would be astonished to hear what confidences are poured into my ears."
"Is that because you're sympathetic, or simply because you're rich?" suggested Carrissima.
"What's that you're carrying?" he asked, with a shrug.
"A card-case," she replied.