She laughed.
"Well, that's a wonder," and glancing at him she was astonished to find no answering smile. "Are you really angry at me," she asked, "on account of this afternoon?"
"This afternoon?"
"On account of that silly plan about Brindlebury? I did not know they were going to do it, and when it was done, I couldn't betray them, could I?"
Crane made a gesture that seemed to indicate that he really had no means of judging what his cook might or might not do.
"You believe me, don't you?"
"Believe you?" said Crane. "I haven't considered the question one way or the other."
"Why, Mr. Crane," said Jane-Ellen, "whatever has come over you that you should speak like that?"
"This has come over me," answered Crane, "that I came down here in a hurry to give some orders and not to discuss the question of veracity."
The figure of Jane-Ellen stiffened, she clasped her hands behind her back.