"But that doesn't need any planning," Alice said, quickly. "You're going back to your old place at Lamb's, of course."
Adams closed his eyes again, sighing heavily, but made no other response.
"Why, of course you are!" she cried. "What are you talking about?"
His head turned slowly toward her, revealing the eyes, open in a haggard stare. "I heard you the other night when you came from the party," he said. "I know what was the matter."
"Indeed, you don't," she assured him. "You don't know anything about it, because there wasn't anything the matter at all."
"Don't you suppose I heard you crying? What'd you cry for if there wasn't anything the matter?"
"Just nerves, papa. It wasn't anything else in the world."
"Never mind," he said. "Your mother told me."
"She promised me not to!"
At that Adams laughed mournfully. "It wouldn't be very likely I'd hear you so upset and not ask about it, even if she didn't come and tell me on her own hook. You needn't try to fool me; I tell you I know what was the matter."
