“Oh, yes; he's well enough in that way.”
“I supposed so. That is why I said to you, over the wire, not to trouble him with my request.”
“You mean that I am not to say anything about your offer to buy the hunter?”
“No. If I make up my mind that I want the horse I'll write him—perhaps.”
Lingering still, she let one hand fall on the banisters, turning back toward Plank, who was following:
“I understood you to mean that—that Mr. Siward's financial affairs were anything but satisfactory?”—the sweet, trailing, upward inflection making it a question.
“When did I say that?” demanded Plank.
“Once—a month ago.”
“I didn't,” said Plank bluntly.
“Oh, I had inferred it, then, from something you said, or something you were silent about. Is that it?”