“You do not look it,” I answered, doubtfully.
“Never mind, I am better, I feel stronger. Where is that girl? Has she gone away?”
I was glad he asked me the question outright. It was one step forward towards the more complete confidence which I so greatly desired. I shook my head.
“No, she has not gone away. She seems to have no idea of going. She has found a friend here.”
“A friend?”
“Yes; she has met Mr. Deville before. He saved her life in Switzerland.”
He tossed about for a moment or two with closed eyes and frowning face.
“You have seen her again, then?” he muttered.
“Yes; I met her this afternoon.”