"Is your head better?" he asked her, not meeting her eyes, because the dull pain in them disturbed him.
"Not much," she said."It's very bad, my head.I've taken aspirin.Ididn't eat anything yesterday.Nothing at all except some bread and milk, and very little of that...I couldn't finish it.I felt I'd be sick.I said to Emily, 'Emily, if I eat any more of that I'll be sick,' and Emily advised me not to touch it.What I mean is that if I'd eaten any more I'd have been really sick--at least that's what Ifelt like."
Her restless eyes came suddenly to a jerking pause as though some one had caught and gripped them.She was suddenly dramatic."Oh.
Paul, what are we going to do?" she cried.
Paul was irritated by that.He hated to be asked direct questions as to policy.
"What do you mean what are we going to do?" he asked.
"Why, about this--about everything.We shall have to leave Skeaton, you know.Fancy what people are saying!"Suddenly, as though the thought of the scandal was too much for her, her knees gave way and she flopped into a chair.