"I don't know," she said. "Do you want me to very much?"
"I'd much rather talk."
She closed the music, turning to him with a little reproachful seriousness.
"You've been away a long while."
"Yes." He admitted the implied accusation with a moment's silence. "A crazy spell of mine. Bob was over this afternoon and we had a long talk." He said it point blank, watching her face for some indication he hoped to find there of her complicity. "Did he tell you?"
"He was speaking of it at the dinner table," she said quietly.
"Did you blame me," he said impulsively, "for what I did about getting out of my society?"
"No."
"Bob did, at least for a while," he said, looking eagerly into her eyes.
"I did not agree with him there."