"Because I saw you just now—you were pulling your moustache in the most furious way, and you looked bored to death. Yes, you certainly did look bored!"
"It was just your own imagination."
"Oh, no! it was not just my imagination. When I care about anyone I am always very clear-sighted! so, you see, it is quite the contrary. Why are you frowning now?"
"I am not frowning."
"Oh, yes, you were, and it looks as though what I said just now had vexed you, too."
"What did you just say?"
"That I am very clear-sighted. And you are vexed, because you are afraid that I shall see that something is the matter."
"Something the matter?" he asked uneasily. "What is it?"
"What is it? Ah! I don't know! But most certainly something is the matter with you—you are not at all like yourself ever since—why, ever since we have been at Bracieux."
"Really?" he said, putting on a joking tone. "I am different, am I—and the most extraordinary thing is, that I did not know myself about this difference."