I don't know why he's coming.

But you may as well read his message yourself," she said with a forced manner, handing me the paper.

It was as follows: Send carriage for me to eleven-thirty train to-night.

Remember my injunctions, our last conversation, and your promises." "Well ?" I said, looking up, bewildered and not violently interested, for I was secretly listening to the quick shutting of the library-door.
"Why, you see," she returned, with a forced air of confidence that made me involuntarily shrink from her; I think she even laid her hand upon my sleeve, or made some gesture of familiarity which was unusual-- "You see, that last conversation was--about you.

Richard is annoyed at--at your intimacy with Mr.Langenau.You know just as well as I do how he feels, for no doubt he's spoken to you himself." "He never has," I said, quite shortly.
"No ?" and she looked rather chagrined.