“Just so. Now, when was this? How long before her death?”
“Oh, a week or so. It was very soon after the wedding day.”
“And did matters seem to improve after that? Did she appear any better satisfied or more composed?”
“I think she endeavored to. But there was something on her mind, something which she tried to laugh off; something that annoyed Mr. Jeffrey and worried Miss Tuttle; something which caused a cloud in the house, for all the dances and dinners and goings and comings. I am sorry to speak of it, but it was so.”
“Something that showed an unsettled mind?”
“Almost. The glitter in her eye was not natural; neither was the way she looked at her sister and sometimes at her husband.”
“Did she talk much about the catastrophe which attended her wedding? Did her mind seem to run on that?”
“Incessantly at first; but afterward not so much. I think Mr. Jeffrey frowned on that subject.”
“Did he ever frown on her?”
“No, sir—not—not when they were alone or with no one by but me. He seemed to love her then very much.”