"I guess you'd be, if you'd only had a fried egg and a cup of coffee to-day, and nothing last night."
He pushed over to her, hastily, with a kind of horror, the plate of sandwiches. She began eating them ravenously; but presently paused, and thrust them back toward him. He shook his head.
"What's the matter with you?" she demanded.
"Nothing," he replied.
"You ordered them, didn't you? Ain't you eating anything?"
"I'm not hungry," he said.
She continued eating awhile without comment. And he watched her as one fascinated, oblivious to his surroundings, in a turmoil of thought and emotion.
"I'm dry," she announced meaningly.
He hesitated a moment, and then gave her the bottle of beer. She made a wry face as she poured it out.
"Have they run out of champagne?" she inquired.