“You haven’t told me anything about Her yet,” he said. “Has she been upset? ... anxious? ... I’ve thought about her day and night.”
Mrs Smythe looked troubled.
“You mean—Zoë?”
He stared at her in surprise.
“Why, who else?” he asked.
“She has been with me a lot,” she answered evasively. “She’s very kind, Karl—so sympathetic.”
“Of course she didn’t believe me guilty?” he questioned, his bold dark eyes holding hers, confident in the remembrance of his last interview with Mrs Lawless that she could not have thought unkindly of him in the interval.
“I don’t know... She never spoke of you,” Mrs Smythe returned unwillingly. “Zoë is very reserved.”
He smiled with some complacence.
“She won’t be reserved with me,” he said, “when I see her to-morrow. I’m living for to-morrow. I would have gone to her this evening only—”