“I—I hope you weren’t ill?”
He recalled Braybrooke’s remarks about doctors. Perhaps she had really been ill. Perhaps something had happened abroad, and he had done her a wrong.
“No, I haven’t been ill. It wasn’t that,” she said.
The thought of Camber persisted, and now persecuted her.
“I am quite sure you didn’t miss me,” she said, with a colder voice.
“But I did!” he said.
“For how long?”
The mocking look he knew so well had come into her eyes. How much did she know?
“Have you seen Miss Van Tuyn since you came back?” he asked.
“Oh, yes. She paid me a visit soon after I arrived.”