What will you have?
A whisky-and-soda?
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Why--Peter--" She broke on abruptly as she caught sight of his face.

He was rather pale and his eyes had a tired, beaten look in them.
"What's wrong, Peter ?" He smiled down at her as she lay tucked up amongst her cushions.
"Why should there be anything wrong ?" "Something is," replied Kitty decidedly.