“You sure can,” answered Jadwin, as she made a place for him among the cushions. “That was wonderful. But, at the same time, old girl, I wouldn’t⁠—wouldn’t⁠—”

“Wouldn’t what?”

“Well, do too much of that. It’s sort of overwrought⁠—a little, and unnatural. I like you best when you are your old self, quiet, and calm, and dignified. It’s when you are quiet that you are at your best. I didn’t know you had this streak in you. You are that excitable tonight!”

“Let me be so then. It’s myself, for the moment whatever it is. But now I’ll be quiet. Now we’ll talk. Have you had a hard day? Oh, and did your head bother you again?”

“No, things were a little easier down town today. But that queer feeling in my head did come back as I was coming home⁠—and my head aches a little now, besides.”