He looked at her again, and she saw the puzzlement in his face. He started as though to speak, checked himself and looked past her into Bayard's room.
"Where is he now?"
"He's gone to town; he left a few moments after I came. He asked me to—"
"Did he show you into that room?"
"Yes,"—turning to look. "He told me to use it."
Her husband eyed her calculatingly and rested his weight on the table once more. It was as though he had settled some important question for himself.
"Why haven't you been out before, Ann?" he asked her, eyes holding on her face to detect its slightest change of expression.
She felt herself flushing at that; her conscience again!
"You were in an awful condition, Ned," she forced herself to say. "I saw you in Yavapai, the night I arrived. I—I helped Mr. Bayard fix your arm; I knew how ill you would be when you came to yourself. We agreed—Mr. Bayard and I—that it would needlessly excite you, if I were to come here, so I stayed away. I stayed as long as I could,"—with deadly honesty—"I had to come to-day."
"You and Bayard.... You both thought it best for me to stay here without knowing my wife was in Arizona?"