"What makes you say that, Captain De Baron?"
"But are you?"
"I don't know why you should enquire."
"It is natural to wish that one's own friends should be friends."
"Has Miss Mildmay said—anything about—me?"
"Not a word;—nor you about her. And, therefore, I know that something is wrong."
"The last time I saw her I did not think that Miss Mildmay was very happy," said Mary, in a low voice.
"Did she complain to you?" Mary had no answer ready for this question. She could not tell a lie easily, nor could she acknowledge
the complaint which the lady had made, and had made so loudly. "I suppose she did complain," he said, "and I suppose I know the nature of her complaint."
"I cannot tell;—though, of course, it was nothing to me."