You've been walking in the rain,' he said reproachfully, pulling away at the soaked gloves. Then, looking down at her face, the grey hard daylight of the March afternoon full on it from the high windows, he saw that she was tired -- fagged out, in fact -- and he added, alarmed, 'What have you been doing?' 'Doing?' she repeated, smiling up at the way he was staring at her. 'Why, coming home as quickly as I could out of the rain.' 'But why do you look so tired?' She laughed. 'Do I look tired?' she said. 'Well, I'm not a bit.' 'Then why do you look as if you had walked hundreds of miles and not slept for weeks?' 'I told you you ought to see me in daylight,' she said, with amused eyes on his face of concern. 'You've only seen me lit up at night, or in the dark. I looked just the same then, only you couldn't see me. Anybody can look not tired if it's dark enough.