"Was I ever particularly effusive?"
She laid her hand on his sleeve with a lingering, caressing touch.
"I see nothing of you now except at meals," she said.
With an impatient gesture he drew his arm away.
"I'm not always in the mood for women," he said coldly.
"Perhaps it would be nearer the truth if you said some other woman has taken your fancy," she suggested.
There was no reply.
Le Breton got to his feet and crossed to the desk, standing there with his back to her as if he resented her presence.
It was most obvious to Lucille that she was not welcome.
"What is this new fancy of yours like?" she asked in a hurt, jealous tone.