Adèle and I sat very still.
"I don't know," said Piers slowly.
"I'll tell you what I'd do," said Jill. "I'd—Piers, what is the matter?"
"Nothing," said Piers.
"There is," said Jill accusingly. "You know there is. I can see it in your eyes. What are you thinking about?"
"I—I don't know," stammered her swain.
"I think you might tell me," said Jill aggrievedly. "I always tell you everything. Once or twice lately you've got all quiet suddenly—I can't think why. Is it because your aunt's coming?"
Piers laughed bitterly.
"Good Heavens, no," he said.
"Well, why is it, then?"