“I’m coming to see you again—alone, next time. I want to know why you did not answer my letters—I want to know lots of things—why you’re so different—what has changed you so much.”
“And you imagine I’ll tell you?” she asked dryly.
“You wouldn’t?”
She shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t babble any longer.”
“It’s nothing to you whether I come or not?”
“I’m very busy.”
He looked at her for a moment in silence, then he held out his hand once more.
“I am disappointed in you!”
“Are you, Hughie?” she said indifferently, as she took his hand without warmth.
“Bowers!” Her tone was energetic and businesslike as she turned sharply. “Come here and help me earmark the rest of these yearlings.”