“From the prayer?”
“Yes.”
“Then you—” but here he stopped. “I see,” he continued, but in reality he didn’t.
“Did you expect I should be hurt?” she asked.
“I can hardly believe you were not.”
“But I should have screamed. I made no sound.”
“That was scarcely possible. For my own part, I always think it best to guard against screams, they are so unhelpful and unnecessary.”
Now Rosalie looked at him, with eyes just as keen and penetrating as his had been.
“Why do you stare at me?” he asked, smiling.
“To see if you are disappointed.”