It behooved me to counter with equal slyness.
I wondered whether she had known all along of Boyce's mishap, or had been informed of it by his mother.

Knowledge might explain her unwonted outburst.

I looked at her fixedly.
"What's the matter ?" she asked, bending slightly down to me.
"You haven't heard that he is wounded ?" She straightened herself.

"No.

When ?" "Five days ago." "Why didn't you tell me ?" "I haven't seen you." "I mean--this evening." I reached for her hand.