She raised her eyes to his grave face.
"Max!" "In a moment!" said Max.
But it was many moments before he laid her hand down.
"You will be all right when you have eaten something," he said then, "and had another sleep.

Is there something you want to say to me ?" His tone was kind, but his manner repressive.

She wished the light had not been so dim upon his face.
"Max," she said, with an effort, "why--why did you close the door ?" She fancied he smiled, grimly humorous, at the question.

She was sure his eyes gleamed mockery.

He was silent for a space, and then: "Ask me some other time!" he said.
She breathed a sigh of disappointment.