“I don't know anything about Miss Trevor's feelings—” I began.
“Naturally not—” he interrupted, with a smile.
“But I have a notion that, if she ever fancied you, she doesn't care a straw for you to-day.”
“Doesn't she now,” he replied somewhat regretfully. Here was one of the knots in his character I never could untie.
“Understand, that is simply my guess,” I said. “You must have discovered that it is never possible to be sure of a woman's feelings.”
“Found that out long ago,” he replied with conviction, and added: “Then you think I need not anticipate any trouble from her?”
“I have told you what I think,” I answered; “you know better than I what the situation is.”
He still lingered.
“Does she appear to be in,—ah,—in good spirits?”
I had work to keep my face straight.