Now it was only a room in someone else's house.
Yesterday she would have gone in swiftly--hiding her gladness in a
little net of everyday words. But today she had no gladness and no
words.
CHAPTER XXXI
Miss Davis had been in Bainbridge a week. Her cold was entirely
better and her nerves, she said, much rested. "This is such a
restful place," murmured Miss Davis, selecting her breakfast toast
with care.
"I'm glad you find it so," said Aunt Caroline. "Though, with the
club elections coming on next week--" she broke off to ask if Desire
would have more coffee.
Desire would have no more, thanks. Miss Campion, looking over her
spectacles, frowned faintly and took a second cup herself--an
indulgence which showed that she had something on her mind. Her
nephew, knowing this symptom, was not surprised when later she
joined him on the side veranda. Being a prompt person she began at
once.
"Benis," she said, "I have a feeling--I am not at all satisfied
about Desire. If you know what is the matter with her I wish you
would tell me. I am not curious. I expect no one's confidence, nor
do I ask for it. But I have a right to object to mysteries, I
think."
As Aunt Caroline spoke, she looked sternly at the smoke of the
professor's after-breakfast cigarette, the blue haze of which
temporarily clouded his expression. Benis took his time in
answering.
"You think there is something the matter besides the heat?" he
inquired mildly.
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