"Were you asleep? Have I disturbed you?" he said, abruptly.
"Oh! no, that is impossible, I think; but—but you look troubled. What is it?"
"Troubled? Do I? Nothing of the kind. How fanciful you are, my dear! What should any of us have to do with trouble?"
"Not while we are together," she said, touching the seat I had abandoned with her hand, thus delicately inviting him to her side.
But he strode to the window, and looked out with anxiety. Something was evidently on his mind. Just then I heard voices in the garden. It was Mrs. Dennison calling aloud for Jessie.
"Jessie, Jessie, darling, where have you hidden yourself? Here is some one wishes to see you."
The voice came ringing up clear and distinct; Mr. Lee heard it, and the frown grew lighter upon his forehead. Directly a light step came up the stairs. Mr. Lee turned and looked toward the door. Mrs. Dennison entered the chamber without waiting for her knock to be answered.
"Where is Jessie?" she cried, all cheerfulness and animation; "she is wanted, and I am quite out of breath searching for her in the garden, Mr. Lee. Dear Miss Hyde, pray help me to find her."
Mr. Lee came forward at this challenge, almost smiling.
"Have you been to her room?" he said.