Hawker had hastily placed the violets in the envelope and hurried it to his pocket. "Nothing," he answered. "Why, I thought--" said Pennoyer, "I thought you looked rather rattled. Didn't you have--I thought I saw something in your hand." "Nothing, I tell you!" cried Hawker. "Er--oh, I beg your pardon," said Pennoyer. "Why, I was going to tell you that Splutter is over in our place, and she wants to see you." "Wants to see me? What for?" demanded Hawker. "Why don't she come over here, then?" "I'm sure I don't know," replied Pennoyer. "She sent me to call you." "Well, do you think I'm going to---- Oh, well, I suppose she wants to be unpleasant, and knows she loses a certain mental position if she comes over here, but if she meets me in your place she can be as infernally disagreeable as she---- That's it, I'll bet." When they entered the den Florinda was gazing from the window. Her back was toward the door. At last she turned to them, holding herself very straight. "Well, Billie Hawker," she said grimly, "you don't seem very glad to see a fellow." "Why, heavens, did you think I was going to turn somersaults in the air?" "Well, you didn't come out when you heard me pass your door," said Florinda, with gloomy resentment. Hawker appeared to be ruffled and vexed. "Oh, great Scott!" he said, making a gesture of despair. Florinda returned to the window. In the ensuing conversation she took no part, save when there was an opportunity to harry some speech of Hawker's, which she did in short contemptuous sentences. Hawker made no reply save to glare in her direction. At last he said, "Well, I must go over and do some work." Florinda did not turn from the window. "Well, so-long, boys," said Hawker, "I'll see you later." As the door slammed Pennoyer apologetically said, "Billie is a trifle off his feed this morning." "What about?" asked Grief. "I don't know; but when I went to call him he was sitting deep in his chair staring at some----" He looked at Florinda and became silent. "Staring at what?" asked Florinda, turning then from the window. Pennoyer seemed embarrassed. "Why, I don't know--nothing, I guess--I couldn't see very well. I was only fooling." Florinda scanned his face suspiciously. "Staring at what?" she demanded imperatively. "Nothing, I tell you!" shouted Pennoyer. Florinda looked at him, and wavered and debated. Presently she said, softly: "Ah, go on, Penny. Tell me." "It wasn't anything at all, I say!" cried Pennoyer stoutly. "I was only giving you a jolly. Sit down, Splutter, and hit a cigarette." She obeyed, but she continued to cast the dubious eye at Pennoyer. Once she said to him privately: "Go on, Penny, tell me. I know it was something from the way you are acting." "Oh, let up, Splutter, for heaven's sake!" "Tell me," beseeched Florinda. "No." "Tell me." "No." "Pl-e-a-se tell me." "No." "Oh, go on." "No." "Ah, what makes you so mean, Penny? You know I'd tell you, if it was the other way about."