“And yet she sent you to watch me.”
“But so many things happened afterward that she evidently forgot.”
“That is possible.”
“I was asleep when the pistol went off. Oh, you must believe that it was purely accidental! She was in a terrible state until morning. What if she had killed you, what if she had killed you! She seemed to hark upon that phrase.”
Courtlandt turned a sober face toward her. She might be sincere, and then again she might be playing the first game over again, in a different guise. “It would have been embarrassing if the bullet had found its mark.” He met her eyes squarely, and she saw that his were totally free from surprise or agitation or interest.
“Do you play chess?” she asked, divertingly.
“Chess? I am very fond of that game.”
“So I should judge,” dryly. “I suppose you look upon me as a meddler. Perhaps I am; but I have nothing but good will toward you; and Nora would be very angry if she knew that I was discussing her affairs with you. But I love her and want to make her happy.”
“That seems to be the ambition of all the young men, at any rate.”
Jealousy? But the smile baffled her. “Will you be here long?”