Why aren't you at work ?" "I am at work," Carnac said cheerfully.
"Work is not all paint and canvas of course.

There has to be the thinking beforehand.

Well, of what are you thinking now ?" "Of the evening train to New York." His face was turned away from her at the instant, because he did not wish to see the effect of his words.

He would have seen that apprehension came to her eyes.

Her mouth opened in quick amazement.