He looked at her with a keen eye. She was odd, he thought.
"What's the matter, Clara? You seem dull this evening."
There was no answer. Mrs. Lake had her hand pressed upon her throat and chest, striving, though he knew it not, to still the agitation that all but burst its bounds.
"Where is the book?" she presently asked.
"What book?"
"The one you were to bring for me; that you forgot last time."
"Oh, to be sure; here it is," he said, taking it from his coat pocket. "I did not forget it this time, you see."
"You might have brought it to me when you first got back," she reproachfully said.
"Well, I have not been back long. You are shivering; what makes you so cold?"
"Oh, I don't know."