At dinner I narrowly observed both her and Arthur, and saw nothing extraordinary in the conduct of either, nothing calculated to excite suspicion, except in distrustful minds, which mine was not, and therefore I would not suspect.
Almost immediately after dinner Annabella went out with her husband to share his moonlight ramble, for it was a splendid evening like the last.
Mr.Hargrave entered the drawing-room a little before the others, and challenged me to a game of chess.

He did it without any of that sad but proud humility he usually assumes in addressing me, unless he is excited with wine.

I looked at his face to see if that was the case now.

His eye met mine keenly, but steadily: there was something about him I did not understand, but he seemed sober enough.

Not choosing to engage with him, I referred him to Milicent.
'She plays badly,' said he, 'I want to match my skill with yours.