“Oh, yes, very. They can have my room; it's southeast; I shall be going into other quarters.” She did not say anything; and “Mrs. March,” he began again, “what is the use of my beating about the bush? You must know what I went back to Carlsbad for, that night—”
“No one ever told—”
“Well, you must have made a pretty good guess. But it was a failure. I ought to have failed, and I did. She said that unless her father liked it—And apparently he hasn't liked it.” Burnamy smiled ruefully.
“How do you know? She didn't know where you were!”
“She could have got word to me if she had had good news for me. They've forwarded other letters from Pupp's. But it's all right; I had no business to go back to Carlsbad. Of course you didn't know I was in this house when you told them to come; and I must clear out. I had better clear out of Weimar, too.”
“No, I don't think so; I have no right to pry into your affairs, but—”
“Oh, they're wide enough open!”
“And you may have changed your mind. I thought you might, when I saw you yesterday at Belvedere—”
“I was only trying to make bad worse.”
“Then I think the situation has changed entirely through what Mr. Stoller said to Mr. March.”