I was going to my supper." "You haven't had it ?" "No indeed!" "Then you haven't eaten-- ?" He looked of a sudden so extravagantly concerned that she laughed out.
"All day?
Yes, we do feed once.

But that was long ago.

So I must presently say good-bye." "Oh deary _me_!" he exclaimed with an intonation so droll and yet a touch so light and a distress so marked--a confession of helplessness for such a case, in short, so unrelieved--that she at once felt sure she had made the great difference plain.

He looked at her with the kindest eyes and still without saying what she had known he wouldn't.

She had known he wouldn't say "Then sup with _me_!" but the proof of it made her feel as if she had feasted.
"I'm not a bit hungry," she went on.
"Ah you _must_ be, awfully!" he made answer, but settling himself on the bench as if, after all, that needn't interfere with his spending his evening.