“He is opposed to marriage. He thinks——”
“He doesn’t love,” interrupted she. “That’s the whole story. Well”—she made a gesture of dismissal “now, let me tell you about the shop.”
“He has sent——”
“Please!” said she imperiously. “No more about him.”
“The picture—he promised to have it sent to Red Hill after he sailed. Instead, it came last night.”
“Why did he do that?” demanded she swiftly.
“I asked him for it.”
“No. I mean, why did he change his mind?”
“Oh, probably for no reason. That’s a trifle.”
She was sitting up, straight and alert. Her eyes were aglow with excitement. “He is sailing to-morrow instead of next week,” she said rapidly. “Instead of taking my picture—our picture—his and mine—instead of taking it with him as he intended at first, he gives it to you. He first says he’ll send it when he sails, then—after he has talked with you—he changes his mind and gets it out of the house—out of his sight—at once.”