finished loading the pipe and struck a match. He then settled himself
comfortably at her side.

"Don't be a juggins, Jenny," he remarked, in a dispassionate way that
made her feel helpless.

"Sorry," she said quickly. "I've got the jumps. I've had awful rows
to-night ... before coming out."

"Tell me about them," Keith urged. "Get 'em off your chest." She shook
her head. Oh no, she wanted something from him very different from such
kindly sympathy.

"Only make it worse," she claimed. "Drives it in more. Besides, I don't
want to. I want to hear about you."

"Oh, me!" he made a laughing noise. "There's nothing to tell."

"You said you would." Jenny was alarmed at his perverseness; but they
were not estranged now.

Keith was smiling rather bitterly at his own thoughts, it seemed.

"I wonder why it is women want to know such a lot," he said, drowsily.

"All of them?" she sharply countered. "I suppose you ought to know."

"You look seedy still.... Are you really feeling better?" Jenny took no
notice. "Well, yes: I suppose all of them. They all want to take
possession of you. They're never satisfied with what they've got."