"Have you seen Miss Dane, since you came back?"
"I was there, yesterday."
"How did she seem to you?"
His steady eyes met hers without wavering.
"I don't quite understand what you mean by the question."
Miss Gannion varied the form of her words.
"Did you think she looked well?"
"And yet, I don't think Beatrix is happy," Miss Gannion said, half to herself.
"Why not?"