“What did they say?”
“They could find nothing except perhaps a little temporary stomach trouble, or something of that kind, which they all agreed was no just cause for her present condition.”
“But what did they say it was?”
“Why, they said it seemed like nervousness, or as if something was troubling her. They asked if she weren't under some sort of strain.”
“Well, is she? Does anything trouble her?”
“Not that I know of. Anyhow, if there is anything, none of us can find out what it is.”
Kate frowned. She threw a quick look into her brother's face.
“William,” she began hesitatingly, “forgive me, but—Billy is quite happy in—her engagement, I suppose.”
The man flushed painfully, and sighed.
“I've thought of that, of course. In fact, it was the first thing I did think of. I even began to watch her rather closely, and once I—questioned her a little.”