“Indeed! I thought perhaps you would find—find Betsy at Captain Salter’s.”
“Why?” the question was quick.
“Her trunk went there this afternoon.”
“Madama!”
Mrs. Bruce felt a faint satisfaction in the amazement her information conveyed.
“I wonder—” said Irving; and repeated vaguely, “I wonder.”
“I thought she might be storing it there,” hazarded Mrs. Bruce meekly.
Irving stood, thinking, for a minute, but to her disappointment he made no reply.
“Good-night,” he said, and kissed her forehead as he had always done.
He went on to his room, his thoughts busy.