So intensely interested was she in the answer, that she even held her breath.
“To my knowledge, Mrs. Leslie, Joe does not even suspect you of ever having seen me.”
“Thank heaven,” she almost gasped, a world of relief showing itself upon her face, for, the better to look at her companion when expecting his answer, she had brushed her veil aside.
“You need not borrow trouble on that score. Act naturally, as though you suspected nothing and had no reason to evade his eye.”
She moved uneasily at his words.
Darrell had spoken them with a purpose, just as the surgeon probes for the bullet before making any attempt to extract it.
He believed he had met with a certain share of success too.
“What did he want with you?” she asked, as if to cover her own confusion.
“Merely a matter of business.”
“Did he mention me?”