"Hope I haven't spilt anything! There's such a crush in our
feeding place that I thought you'd be safer up here. So I made friends
with a dear old waiter chap, and said I wanted something nice for my
sister."
"You didn't!" I exclaimed.
"I did. Do you mind much? I understood it was agreed that was our
relationship."
"No, I don't mind much," I returned. "Thank you for everything." I shook
back a cloud of hair, and glanced up at the chauffeur. Our eyes met, and
as I took the tray my fingers touched his. His dark face grew faintly
red, and then a slight frown drew his eyebrows together.
"Why do you suddenly look like that?" I asked. "Have I done anything to
make you cross?"
"Only with myself," he said.
"But why? Are you sorry you've been kind to me? Oh, if you only knew, I
need it to-night. Go on being kind."
"You're not the sort of girl a man can be kind to," he said, almost
gruffly, it seemed to me.
"Am I ungrateful, then?"
"I don't know what you are," he answered. "I only know that if I looked
at you long as you are now I should make an ass of myself--and make you
detest or despise me.
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