“You’re out of humor, Geoffrey. What has upset you in this way? Have you and Miss Silvester missed each other?”
Geoffrey was silent.
“Have you seen her since she left Windygates?”
No reply.
“Do you know where Miss Silvester is now?”
Still no reply. Still the same mutely-insolent defiance of look and manner. Arnold’s dark color began to deepen.
“Why don’t you answer me?” he said.
“Because I have had enough of it.”
“Enough of what?”
“Enough of being worried about Miss Silvester. Miss Silvester’s my business—not yours.”