She nodded, and looked at me keenly for a moment or two.
“You are looking tired and worried,” she said, sympathetically. “Has anything fresh happened?”
“Nothing.”
She waited for a moment, but she did not pursue the subject. Still, I fancied that she was disappointed that I did not offer her my confidence.
“Mr. Bruce Deville has just been here, and Miss Berdenstein,” she remarked.
I nodded.
“I saw them come through the plantation,” I remarked. “I have not seen Miss Berdenstein for several days. Is she quite well?”
She looked at me, and commenced to sort some papers.
“Oh, yes, she is well enough. Bruce Deville rather puzzles me. He is in a very odd mood. I have never seen him more attentive to any one than he is to that girl, and yet all the time there was a sort of brutal cynicism about his behavior, and when I asked him to stay and talk to me he would not. I wonder have you——”