She lowered her long lashes, and her lips quivered.
“Well,” he added presently, “I am waiting to know what all this means.”
“It is nothing of the least consequence.”
“Pardon me, Gwen, anything that causes you tears must be of the greatest possible consequence to me.”
“Oh! women cry for nothing, you know.”
“Some may, but you do not, Gwen. I have not seen a tear in your eye, until last night, ever since our marriage.”
“I was so happy,” she sighed.
“And you mean to infer that you are no longer so?”
She was silent.
He sat down beside her on the couch, and put his arm about her waist.