Nan brought her eyes down from the florid, gilt molding above the window to the level of Napier's face.
"You look worried," she announced.
"I am worried."
"Just about the war—nothing particular?"
Yes, there was one thing in particular. "One thing I can't honestly say I'm happy about." His speech slowed under the quick shifting of light and shadow in her eyes. What did she think he had been going to say when he began that brought that darkening as he ended, "I can't honestly say I am happy about Julian."
"About Julian!"
"Yes. He tells me you and he aren't engaged, and he doesn't know why."
"Is that all you've got to worry you?"
"Doesn't it seem to you enough to justify any friend—"
She was dumb.