"Looking at you? was I looking at you?"
"Glaring was the better word."
"It was unconscious. Are you--are you sure that they are Peter Piper's Popular Pills in that box?"
"Sure? As if I could be sure about a thing like that! what do I know about such filth? look for yourself."
Mr. Nash examined the box with a show of interest which its contents scarcely seemed to warrant.
"How extremely--curious."
"Fancy a man like Lindsay harbouring such stuff as that! I should think it was curious!"
Though both men used the same adjective one felt that each read into it a different meaning.
When Mr. Nash started to leave the house he found that the dogcart, which he supposed was still in waiting, had disappeared. He asked no questions, but drew his own conclusions. As he passed down the avenue, and perceived that Miss Harding was strolling among the trees, he smiled. So soon as the lady saw him she began to ply him with questions.
"Well, what's happened?"