"You—counted them, too?"
"Yes."
This wouldn't do. He rose and walked over to the fire, which needed a log or two; she turned and looked after him with little expression in her face except that the blue of her eyes had deepened to a lilac tint, and the flush on her cheeks still remained.
"You know," she said, "I didn't mean to take you from any business in New York—or pleasures——"
He shuddered slightly.
"Did I?" she asked.
"No."
"I only wished you to come—when you had time——"
"I know, Jacqueline. Don't show me your soul in every word you utter."
"What?"