"I suppose you feel rather done out?" he ventured, as I switched to a dish of salted nuts.
"Why should I?" I parried, wringing a perverse satisfaction out of the fact I could be a puzzle to him.
"I thought that you must—well, that you must have had rather a hard night of it," he explained. But he did it somewhat haltingly.
"Where?" I inquired, determined not to make his investigations too easy for him.
"That was what I was hoping you would tell me," he replied.
The Jap had brought in tea-things, and my Hero-Man, I noticed, was making the tea with his own hands. It didn't seem right; yet I knew that it must be right, or Wendy Washburn would never have done it. The tea itself, however, tasted like plum-blossoms, and I didn't skimp it, for after emptying that dish of salted nuts I found that I was terribly thirsty.
"It won't keep you awake?" he asked, as I downed my second cup.
I had to laugh at that.
"Me awake? I've got other things to keep me awake!"
"Worries?"
