Are _you_ sleeping badly ?" Craven's eyes met Olva's.
"No, I'm splendid, thanks.

But I had a bout of insomnia years ago.

I shan't forget it." "You _look_ all right." Cravan's eyes were busily searching Olva's face.
Then suddenly they dropped.
"I'm all right," he said hurriedly.

"Tired, that's all." "Why do you never come and see me now ?" "Oh, I will come--sometime.

I'm busy." "What about ?" Olva stood, a stern dark figure, against the snow.
"Oh, just busy." Craven suddenly looked up as though he were going to ask Olva a question.