"Nowhere."
"Then what made you turn out so late?"
"Oh," Julian said, with an elaborate carelessness; "I don't know. I
thought we were becoming strangers, I suppose. And suddenly I resolved
to look you up."
"I see," Valentine said, wondering why Julian was lying.
By this time they were in the flat and had shut the door behind them.
"Why haven't you been near me?" Julian said.
"Why haven't you been near me?"
"Oh--well--do you want to know really?"
"Yes; if you have got a definite reason."
"To tell the truth, I have; but it is such an absurd one."
Julian looked at Valentine and then added, with a decidedly forced laugh:
"You'll be awfully surprised when I tell you what it is, Val. I want
to sit again."
"Now I know why I stopped undressing just now," said Valentine. "I must
have had a sense that you were coming. Were you thinking very hard of me
to-night and of our sittings?"
"Rather! It is the oddest thing, but even since we had that talk with
the doctor and agreed to give the whole thing up, I've been perfectly
miserable. I haven't enjoyed a single thing I've done since that night."
"Nor I," said Valentine.
"What! you have been as bad? And without having Marr continually at your
elbow!"
"Marr again!"
"Again! Yes, I should think so.
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