Eugene, returning and feeling, as usual, depressed about his state, sought to find consolation in her company. He came in at one o'clock, their usual lunch hour, and finding Angela still working, said, "George! but you like to keep at things when you get started, don't you? You're a regular little work–horse. Having much trouble?"
"No–o," replied Angela, dubiously.
Eugene noted the tone of her voice. He thought she was not very strong and this packing was getting on her nerves. Fortunately there were only some trunks to look after, for the vast mass of their housekeeping materials belonged to the studio. Still no doubt she was weary.
"Are you very tired?" he asked.
"No–o," she replied.
"You look it," he said, slipping his arm about her. Her face, which he turned up with his hand, was
