"Do you suppose I don't know what's the matter with her as well as he does?"
As he spoke the stiff, straight moustache that guarded his mouth lifted, showing the sensual redness and fulness of the lips.
And of this expression on her father's face Gwenda understood nothing, divined nothing, knew nothing but that she loathed it.
"You may know what's the matter with her," she said, "but can you cure it?"
"Can he?" said the Vicar.
XVIII
The next day, which was a Tuesday, Alice was up and about again. Rowcliffe saw her on Wednesday and on Saturday, when he declared himself satisfied with her progress and a little surprised.
So surprised was he that he said he would not come again unless he was sent for.
And then in three days Alice slid back.
But they were not to worry about her, she said. There was nothing the matter with her except that she was tired. She was so tired that she lay all Tuesday on the drawing-room sofa and on Wednesday morning she was too tired to get up and dress.