'I'll have his things sent up to your room, I suppose, Mrs. Nawn?' he inquired. 'We often rent that room double.'
'Certainly,' Sheilah replied. (Her room—her lovely room, so unsuspecting). 'We'll go right up, Felix,' she smiled, and turning, led the way.
Inside the room, with the door closed, Felix stood gazing about him, not making a motion to remove his overcoat, nor the dust that lay so thick upon him.
'I didn't know it was such a swell place,' he said. 'I guess I oughtn't to have come.'
A wave of pity and compunction swept over Sheilah.
'Of course you ought.'
'I didn't know you'd made such a lot of swell friends.'
'They're not friends. Only acquaintances.'
'I've only got these clothes.'
'Never mind. You've got a clean shirt, haven't you?'
He nodded.
'That's all right then. I'll fix it for you while you wash. See what a darling little bathroom it is.'
'Probably they've all got Rolls Royces,' he murmured.
She went up to him close at that.
'What of it? I think the new car is lovely, Felix.
