Mrs. Carnby leaned back in her seat, drawing the dust-cloth smoothly over her knees.
"Don't you think," she said deliberately, "that you had better tell me your real reason for wanting to go back to St. Germain—and wanting to go back alone?"
CHAPTER X.
THE FAIRY GODMOTHER.
They were mounting the steep incline of the Route de Poissy before Andrew replied. He had been staring fixedly ahead, absorbed apparently in the business of guiding the automobile around the sharp turns of the side streets, before they struck the wide main road. It was almost as if he had not heard the remark at all; but Mrs. Carnby knew better. And she was one of the discerning persons who never build els on telling observations. Despite the tension with which the following pause was instinct, it was Andrew, not she, who first spoke.
"That was a very singular speech, Mrs. Carnby."
"On fait ce qu'on peut," said Mrs. Carnby. "You're a very singular young man, Mr. Vane."