In a few minutes Adrian came in.
'Oh, but I'm sick!' she cried.
'Why, you poor baby.' He leaned over and took her in his arms. 'Why didn't you tell me?'
'I was all right upstairs, but there was a steward--Oh, I'm too sick to talk.'
'You'd better have dinner in bed.'
'Dinner! Oh, my heavens!'
He waited solicitously, but she wanted to hear his voice, to have it drown out the complaining sound of the beams.
'Where've you been?'
'Helping to sign up people for the tournament.'
'Will they have it if it's like this? Because if they do I'll just lose for you.'
He didn't answer; opening her eyes, she saw that he was frowning.
'I didn't know you were going in the doubles,' he said.
'Why, that's the only fun.'
'I told the D'Amido girl I'd play with her.'
'Oh.'
'I didn't think. You know I'd much rather play with you.'
'Why didn't you, then?' she asked coolly.
'It never occurred to me.'