"Probably."
"What are you doing out here?"
"Oh, I'm not conspiring," he said, laughing, "I'm no saint to converse with the fishes in your fountain."
"Where is Clelia?"
He said he didn't know but somehow I gathered the impression that she was somewhere behind the lighted kitchen windows and that Smith was hanging around in hopes she might come out to take the air by starlight.
"Have you seen Thusis?" I asked guiltily. And felt my ears burning in the dark.
"Why, yes," he said. "She walked down the road a few moments ago."
"Alone?"
"Yes."
"Probably she went to take a look at the snow blockade," said I.