“Perhaps you are not quite happy?”
“No,” she said, “I am not. You see it was different in France. I knew so many people. But here at Cray’s Folly it is so lonely, and Madame is—”
Again she hesitated.
“Yes?”
“Well,” she laughed in an embarrassed fashion, “I am afraid of her at times.”
“In what way?”
“Oh, in a silly, womanish sort of way. Of course she is a wonderful manager; she rules the house with a rod of iron. But really I haven’t anything to do here, and I feel frightfully out of place sometimes. Then the Colonel—Oh, but what am I talking about?”
“Won’t you tell me what it is that the Colonel fears?”
“You know that he fears something, then?”
“Of course. That is why Paul Harley is here.”