"Where have you been, Walter?" said Violet again, seeing that he made her no answer. "Were you with Jaquelina?"
"Yes," he replied, with cold brevity.
Violet went over and sat down by his side. She raised her fair, smiling face to his in wonder.
She saw the brooding shadow of pain on the blonde, handsome face.
"Walter, what is it? Has—has anything happened?" she said, vaguely.
"Nothing has happened," he replied, in a moody tone.
"Was Jaquelina well?" she asked, puzzled.
"Never better," he replied, with transient bitterness.
Violet did not know what to think.
"Walter, was not Lina kind to you?" she asked, gently.