“I am going to see Sylvia.”
Mr. Wainbridge looked at her.
“Did you mind what I said about the ghosts? There are none between you and me?”
“Ghosts? no, none.”
“And so I may not come here to-morrow?”
“No. The next day you may.”
Paul spent the evening talking to Sylvia. He left early. Mr. George and she were alone.
“Why are you so silent?” he asked at last.
“Am I? I was thinking.”
“Of what I said at dinner?”