“It can’t be anything wrong?” My cousin made no sign.
“She may have had experiences?”
My cousin reflected a moment on the possibilities of the deep-sea life. “She has had them,” he said.
“I don’t care, if she has.”
There came a pause.
“Look here, Melville,” said Chatteris, “I want to know this. Unless it’s a thing to be specially kept from me.… I don’t like being among a lot of people who treat me as an outsider. What is this something about Miss Waters?”
“What does Miss Glendower say?”
“Vague things. She doesn’t like her and she won’t say why. And Mrs. Bunting goes about with discretion written all over her. And she herself looks at you— And that maid of hers looks— The thing’s worrying me.”
“Why don’t you ask the lady herself?”
“How can I, till I know what it is? Confound it! I’m asking you plainly enough.”