"Miss Causton?"
"Not if you don't wish it, Jeff——"
I considered.
"Has she asked you to go?"
"No—but if you wouldn't mind—very much——"
It mattered little to me, but I had to pretend to ponder deeply.
I really don't know whether I felt sorrow for Miss Causton or not. She was altogether beyond my comprehension. For all I knew my sorrow might be an impertinence. So I must seem to ponder.
"Where is she?" I asked.
"She's taken rooms in Putney."
"Alone?" I asked, with a quick glance at Kitty.