"
He rose and laughed a little--a curious sort of laugh; and Nina watched
him, perplexed.
"Where are you going, Phil?" she asked.
"I don't know. I--where is Eileen?"
"She's lying down--a headache; probably too much sun and salt water.
Shall I send for her?"
"No; I'll go up and inquire how she is. Susanne is there, isn't she?"
And he entered the house and ascended the stairs.
The little Alsatian maid was seated in a corner of the upper hall,
sewing; and she informed Selwyn that mademoiselle "had bad in ze h'ead."
But at the sound of conversation in the corridor Eileen's gay voice came
to them from her room, asking who it was; and she evidently knew, for
there was a hint of laughter in her tone.
"It is I. Are you better?" said Selwyn.
"Yes. D-did you wish to see me?"
"I always do."
"Thank you. . . . I mean, do you wish to see me now? Because I'm very
much occupied in trying to go to sleep."
"Yes, I wish to see you at once."
"Particularly?"
"Very particularly.
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