Her lip curled. "You need not tell me. You left without troubling to bid me as much as a good-day. How long ago? Three weeks. Why?" Her tone was really imperious.
"But I left a benediction on the doorstep," I responded. "You looked cross and I was in a hurry."
Her eyes blazed; they were beautiful to see. "Where are you going?" she demanded.
"To call on your father."
"You have a load," observed the Captain.
"A mere nothing."
"Is not that a tent?"
"I am shifting camp."
"That nigger chap—Yazouk—came along last evening. But he vanished during the night. We fancied something might have happened."