CHAPTER XVGiles didn’t ring up. He walked in after six o’clock and found Meade in the drawing-room, huddled in one of the big chairs. Ivy shut the door behind him and went away. She thought him ever so nice, and Miss Meade ever so lucky only nobody would have thought it the way she’d been looking all day. She went back into her slip of a kitchen and sang in a shrill, childish voice:
“I like your lips, I like your eyes.
You like my lips? You like my eyes
To hypnotize you?”
Meade got up, a white little ghost of the girl he had kissed last night. He kissed her now, and found her shaking and cold.
“My sweet, what is it?”
But she only shook and shook.
He sat down in the chair and rocked her in his arms.
“Silly little thing! What’s the matter?”
He could feel her little body shaken with
