She would not admit even to her own secret soul how greatly she was dreading that meeting now that it was so near.
Perhaps Burke divined something of her feeling in the matter, however, for at the end of a prolonged silence he said, "I thought I would fetch him over to lunch,--unless you prefer to ride round that way first." "Oh, thank you," she said.

"That is good of you." As they reached the bungalow, she turned to him with a sudden question.

"Burke, you didn't--really--cut your chin so badly shaving.

Did you ?" She met the swift flash of his eyes without trepidation, refusing to be intimidated by the obvious fact that the question was unwelcome.
"Did you ?" she repeated with insistence.

He uttered a brief laugh.
"All right, I didn't.