Poor Kitten, you must have been very badly
bored."

He looked round the room.

"Do they do you well at this place?"

"It isn't _very_ comfortable. I think you'd be better off at the
Metropole."

"What possessed you to stay at the place if you're not comfortable?"

"Well, you see, I didn't expect you for another week."

"What's that got to do with it?"

"I mean it did well enough for Bunny and me."

"Where is that woman?"

"She's gone. She left yesterday."

"Why?"

"Well, you know, Wilfrid, Bunny was very respectable."

He laughed. "It's just as well she went, then, before I came, isn't it?
I say, what have you done to your eyes? They used to be black, now
they're blue. Bright blue."

There was a look in them he did not understand.

"I think," she said, "you would be much more comfortable at the
Metropole."

"Oh no; I'll try this place for one night." She veiled her eyes.

"We can move on if I can't stand it. When are we going to dine?"

"At eight. It's twenty to, now. You'd like it up here, wouldn't you?"

"Rather. I say, where's my room?"

She flushed and turned from him with an unaccountable emotion.

"I--I don't know."

"Didn't you order one for me?"

"No; I don't think I did."

"I suppose I can get one, can't I?"

"I suppose so. But don't you think you'd better go over to the
Metropole? You see, this is a very small hotel."

He looked at her sharply.

"I don't care how small it is."

He summoned a waiter and inquired irascibly for his room.

Kitty was relieved when the room was got for him, because he went to it
instantly, and that gave her time. She said to herself that it would be
all right if she could be alone for a minute or two and could think. She
thought continuously through the act of dressing, and in the moment of
waiting till he appeared again. He would be hungry, and his first
thought would be for his dinner.

It was. But his second thought was for Kitty, who refused to eat.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing. I've got a headache."

Again he looked sharply at her.

"A headache, have you? It'll be better if you eat something."

But Kitty shook her head.

"What's the good of my sending you to Matlock and those places if you
come back in this state? You know, if you once get really thin, Kitty,
you're done for."

"Am I?" Her mouth trembled, not grossly, but with a small, fine quiver
of the upper lip. The man had trained her well. She knew better than t