“I feel chilled,” she confessed, and a shiver shook her from head to foot.
“You have a bad cold,” Craige remarked. “Was it wise to linger in the garden—?”
Nina, intent on her own thoughts, never noticed the gravity of his manner.
“Perhaps not,” she admitted absently. “I should have remembered my coat. Where is Kitty?”
“Upstairs, I imagine. Your husband went to find her.”
“Ben!” Nina whirled around. “Ben—here?”
“Look out, you will scorch yourself,” Craige stepped hastily toward her. “Don’t stand so near the fire.”
“I am in no danger—” but Nina drew away from the fireplace with a paler face. “How long have you been in the library, Mr. Craige?”
“About ten minutes.”