though they were full of tears. "I'm awfully sorry, but I'm just nervous and stupid, and I can't bear any one to touch me when I'm nervous."
II
"Here's Broomhurst, my dear! I made a mistake in his name after all, I find. I told you Brookfield, I believe, didn't I? Well, it isn't Brookfield, he says; it's Broomhurst."
Mrs. Drayton had walked some little distance across the plain to meet and welcome the expected guest. She stood quietly waiting while her husband stammered over his incoherent sentences, and then put out her hand.
"We are very glad to see you," she said with a quick glance at the newcomer's face as she spoke.
As they walked together towards the tent, after the first greetings, she felt his keen eyes upon her before he turned to her husband.
"I'm afraid Mrs. Drayton finds the climate trying?" he asked. "Perhaps she ought not to have come so far in this heat?"
"Kathie is often pale. You do look white to-day, my dear," he observed, turning anxiously towards his wife.
"Do I?" she replied. The unsteadiness of her tone was hardly appreciable, but it was not lost on Broomhurst's quick ears. "Oh, I don't think so. I feel very well."
"I'll come and see if they've fixed you up all right," said Drayton, following his companion towards the new tent that had been pitched at some little distance from the large one.
"We shall see you at dinner then?" Mrs. Drayton observed in reply to Broomhurst's smile as they parted.
