‘No; I’ve understood you perfectly well—too well. I don’t want to hear another word on the subject, and I won’t. It’s over; understand that.’
‘Well, well; you’re a bit out of sorts. I’ll say good-bye for the present.’
He retired, and for a long time Sidney sat in black brooding.
John Hewett did not fail to present himself next evening. As he entered the room he was somewhat surprised at the cheerful aspect with which Sidney met him; the grasp which his hand received seemed to have a significance. Sidney, after looking at him steadily, asked if he had not been home.
‘Yes, I’ve been home. Why do you want to know?’
‘Hadn’t Clara anything to tell you?’
‘No. What is it?’
‘Did she know you were coming here?’
‘Why, yes; I mentioned it.’
Sidney again regarded him fixedly, with a smile.