Mrs. Davison noticed the absence of mind with which he answered the next questions she put to him; and he, perceiving this and anxious not to betray what he thought or felt, exerted himself to reply and to conceal the effect made upon him by her statement about her daughter.
But then she put a most disconcerting question.
“Do you know Lady Jennings?”
“Yes, slightly.”
“You have met Rachel at her house?”
“No, Miss Davison was not there when I called.”
“When was that?”
“It was about a week ago.”
“Did you see any of her drawings?”
“N-no,” answered Gerard nervously, knowing as he did that these same drawings appeared never to have been seen by mortal eye.