There was nothing he could see, and he put it away, rather annoyed.

He arranged the sheets and notes of the scenario, marshaled the scattered pencils, and was putting the glasses on the tray, when a sound in the doorway caused him to lift his head.

One of the glasses tumbled over and rolled across the desk, leaving a trail of water which found its level among the ash-trays.
"It is quite evident that you forgot me," said the woman, a faint mirthless smile stirring her lips.

"It was very close in there, and I could hear nothing." She placed a hand on her forehead, swayed, and closed her eyes for a second.
"You are faint!" he cried, springing toward her.
"It is nothing," she replied, with a repelling gesture.

"John Bennington, was it not ?" "Yes." His eyes grew round with wonder.
"I was going to keep it secret as long as I could, but I see it is useless.