Coventry--would you rather that Robin
hadn't a sister living with him at the Cottage? Because, if so, I can
easily go away again. I shouldn't have any difficulty in finding a job, and
Maria Coombe is quite capable of looking after Robin!"
While she was speaking a startled look of dismay overspread his face.
"Good heavens!" he exclaimed in an aghast voice. "Have I been as rude as
all that?"
"Not rude, exactly. Only when first I came you seemed quite pleased that I
should be at the Cottage. But now--lately--" She broke off lamely. It was
difficult to put the thing into words. There was nothing, actually, that he
had done or left undone. It was a matter of atmosphere--an atmosphere of
chilly indifference of which she was acutely conscious in his presence and
which made her feel unwelcome.
But he refused to help her out. His eyes were bent on her face, and it
seemed almost as though there were a certain eagerness behind their intent
gaze.
"Yes," he repeated. "And now--lately?"
"You've been--unfriendly," she answered simply.
The eagerness died out of his eyes, replaced by the old brooding
unhappiness which Ann had read in them the day she had first seen him at
the Montricheux Kursaal.
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