"What is the matter?" he whispered.
"Matter?" I repeated.
"Yes."
"There is enough the matter here always, Christian."
"Yes. And what more than usual this afternoon?"
"What makes you ask?"
"I have been looking at you."
"And what did you see?"
"I saw that you were hiding something, from everybody but me.
Tell it now."
"Christian, it was not anything good."