CHAPTER 8All her life, Lois Reddle could never recall what happened that morning. She went about her work mechanically, like one in a dream; and that she did not commit the most appalling blunders was due to the natural orderliness of her mind. She went out with Lizzy to lunch at a neighbouring restaurant, and this was usually the meal of the day. But she could eat nothing, and her room-mate was genuinely alarmed.
“Was it fierce, dear?” asked Lizzy anxiously.
Lois roused herself from her thoughts with an effort.
“Was what fierce?” she asked.
“The fight you had with his nibs?”
At first Lois did not comprehend what the girl was talking about.
“Oh, you mean Mr. Dorn? No, it wasn’t fierce at all. It was a very—mild encounter.”
“Did you tell him about his nerve?” asked Lizzy.
“He seemed
