"I never saw you look like that," he declared.
"It's because you never look at me closely," she answered.
He laughed, and resumed his reading. She stood awhile by the railing. Across the way, beyond the wall, she heard Mr. Chamberlin's shrill voice berating a gardener.
"Howard," she asked presently, "why do you come to Newport at all?"
"Why do I come to Newport?" he repeated. "I don't understand you."
"Why do you come up here every week?"
"Well," he said, "it isn't a bad trip on the boat, and I get a change from New York; and see men I shouldn't probably see otherwise." He paused and looked at her again, doubtfully. "Why do you ask such a question?"
"I wished to be sure," said Honora.
"Sure of what?"
"That the-arrangement suited you perfectly. You do not feel—the lack of anything, do you?"