She turned her eyes on him in breathless inquiry.
"I would—I promise you now! Marsh, I promise you, can't you believe—?"
He shook his head and gazed somberly into her eyes. She rested her cheek against the back of his hand where it lay on the arm of his chair. There was a long silence.
"But what is it, Marsh? What has happened?"
"Nothing's happened," he said at last. "I'm a bit worried, that's all, about myself—my debts—my extravagance; isn't that enough to upset me? Every one's crowding me!"
There was another long pause. Evelyn sighed softly; she felt that they were coming back too swiftly to the every-day concerns of life.
"I'm worried, too, about North!" Langham said presently.
"About North—what about North?"
"They are going to bring him back; didn't you know he had gone West? He went last night."
"But who is going to bring him back?"