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see you--"

"What!"

"He said I bothered you"

"You don't bother me," she protested; "I mean, when you talk about

your play you don't bother ht--"

"Of course," said Sam simply, and took himself off after one or two

directions about the bird

When the front door closed behind him she went back to her seat by the

lamp, and took up her novel; but her eyes did not see the printed

page Suddenly she threw the book down on the table It was impossible

to read; Sam's talk had disturbed her to the point of sharp

disco cakes and ale"?

And his leer yesterday had been an offence! Why had he looked at her

like that? Did he--? Was it possible--! She wished she had spoken to

Lloyd about it But no; it couldn't be; it was only his queer way; he

was half crazy, she believed And it would do no good to speak to

Lloyd The one thing she must not do, was to let any annoyance of hers

annoy him Yet below her discoe manner lay a deeper discomfort--a disturbance at

the very centres of her life She was afraid