"You always think everything is either good, better, or best, mother. But it seems to me——"
She stopped to study the Madame's sightless countenance, until that lady asked, laughingly,
"Well, what has cut you off, child? I imagine you suspended in mid-air."
Camille joined in the laugh, but not too heartily.
"I was going to say, it seems to me there's something more than business in it all, ma mère."
Madame Bonnivel looked up quickly.
"Are you justified in saying that, daughter?"
"I don't know. I only spoke of the way in which it strikes me. There now! He's coming out, and Joyce with him. She has on her new jacket and her best walking hat. I do verily believe they are going into the city. And I was going myself this afternoon, then gave it up—how provoking! She looks odd, Joyce does."
"How, odd?"
"Well, excited perhaps. She doesn't seem to see, or think, of anything but just what she is doing. I wonder if anything has happened, or if it's just being with him?"