“Perhaps you have been doing too much?” he suggested.
The mocking look came into her eyes.
“But what do I ever do now?” she said. “I lie quietly on my shelf. That surely can’t be very exhausting.”
“No one would ever connect you with being laid on the shelf,” said Braybrooke; “your personality forbids that. Besides, I hear that you have been having quite a lively time.”
He paused—it was his conception of the pause dramatic—then added:
“At the foot of a volcano!”
“Ah! you have heard about Vesuvius!”
“Yes.”
“What a marvellous gatherer of news you are! Beryl Van Tuyn?”
“No. I happened to meet young Craven at the St. James’s Club, and he told me of your excursion into Bohemia.”