"That's the point of it. I don't know that I'm out of the woods yet.
I wanted to see you and find out how she was acting."
My first impulse was to keep him in hot water. Fortunately I thought
twice.
"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.
"Capital," I said; "I never saw her happier."
This seemed to satisfy him.
"Downcast at first, happy now," he remarked thoughtfully. "Yes, she got
over it. I'm much obliged to you, Crocker."
I left him to finish his short story and walked out across the circle of
smooth lawn towards the golf links. And there I met Mrs. Cooke and her
niece coming in together. The warm red of her costume became Miss Thorn
wonderfully, and set off the glossy black of her hair.
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