CHAPTER XIII
So Cyprian did very little explaining.
Hla Byu settled down like a shadow over their existence in one of the rooms, awaiting suggestions, and for some time none were forthcoming.
John welcomed the addition of Thu Daw to the household, but he was the only person to whom the addition was not fraught with strain.
Neither Cyprian nor Ferlie knew quite how to handle the question of Thu Daw's eyes and the message they carried.
Cyprian was broodingly silent during those days and looked tired. Till, at last, Ferlie stole into his office, balanced herself on the edge of the writing-table and sat there swinging abstracted legs.
He gave her time; only laying down his pen and sitting back in his chair.
"Perhaps," she said presently, "I am being rather careless in my handling of high explosives. Women and gunpowder can seldom come to a perfect understanding."
"Which being interpreted is——?"
"That I have no right to force my opinions upon anyone so much older than myself as you are—and I do realize that a woman cannot feel with a man."