“What’s the matter?”
“Oh, what isn’t the matter? Jane, of course!”
“Jane!”
“I can’t make her out at all. She came back from Warrenton this morning and went immediately to her room. I went in this afternoon again. She was looking miserably unhappy, and when I began talking to her she burst into tears——”
“Nerves?” he queried.
“Oh, I don’t know. She hasn’t been herself for some time. She’s looking very badly.”
“Yes, I noticed that. What do you think the trouble is?”
Mrs. Loring sank back with a sigh.
“Oh, I don’t know. I never did understand Jane, and I don’t suppose I ever shall. She says she isn’t going to anything this spring—that she wants to go abroad, away from everybody. And, finally, when I pressed her—she told me that she had given Coleman Van Duyn his congé. Think of it!”