So at lunch she prattled of the book almost continuously, and at the end of it thought Maggie more unsubtle than ever: she looked rather tired and strained, thought the old lady, and she hardly said a word from beginning to end.
The drive in the afternoon was equally unsatisfactory. Mrs. Baxter took the book with her, and the pencil, in order to read aloud a few extracts here and there; and she again seemed to find Maggie rather vacuous and silent.
"Dearest child, you are not very well, I think," she said at last.
Maggie roused herself suddenly.
"What, Auntie?"
"You are not very well, I think. Did you sleep well?"
"Oh! I slept all right," said Maggie vaguely.
But after tea Mrs. Baxter did not feel very well herself. She said she thought she must have taken a little chill. Maggie looked at her with unperceptive eyes.
"I am sorry," she said mechanically.