Jenny observed a discreet silence, as she did not want to ask questions about business which did not concern her. Natty was offended.
"Guess you don't care much for me?" said he, with a shrug.
"Oh, but I--" Jenny was about to say that she did, and only changed the sentence in time. "But I like you, really."
"I'm going to stop for a few days, and we can talk of that," said Natty, looking peculiarly at her. "I suppose Jarman will put me up?"
"Oh, I'm sure he will," said Jenny. "Mr. Jarman likes you. He's rather troubled now on account of Mr. O'Neil leaving him."
"What's he gone for?"
"I don't know. I think he left without giving notice," said Jenny.
"I don't know that he ain't wise, that young man," said Natty, in a dry tone. "The billet didn't suit him."
"He seemed very comfortable!"
"What folk seem, ain't often what they feel," rejoined the American, and again fixed Jenny with his eyes. "Now, you'd never think that in your company I feel different to what I say."