Allan turned to her in surprise.

"I didn't sleep last night," she murmured, "and I feel so drowsy." There was a little silence.

"And I really don't think there's any need of your dropping in to-morrow," she added.

"I'm so much better--honestly." Baird looked at her a moment.
"Right--O," he answered slowly.

"I'll call up to-morrow night." Roger followed him downstairs.
"Come into my den and smoke a cigar!" he proposed in hearty ringing tones.
Allan thanked him and came in, but the puzzled expression was still on his face, and through the first moments of their talk he was very absent-minded.