“Please explain,” she commanded.
He simply gave another shrug.
She decided to keep her temper.
“I might be clever enough to read minds,” she said mildly, “and still be dense about divining shoulders; I confess I miss the point that you’re trying to make with yours.”
He was silent.
She glanced sideways at him and was thoroughly startled at the black humor displayed in his countenance.
“What is really the matter?” she asked, anxiously.
“Nothing.”
She gave him another quick look, and saw that he saw her look and avoided it. Then she was angry at such poor taste displayed in the first hour of a new acquaintance, and almost thought of turning from him and insisting on being left to return to the Schweizerhof alone. But something kept her impulse in check.
“He is a genius,” she thought, “and they are entirely different from other men,” so she waited a moment and then spoke with the utmost earnestness.