"I angry! But how have you come, where from?" "Never mind," she said, laying her hand on his, "come along, I must talk to you.

" He saw that something had happened, and that the interview would not be a joyous one.

In her presence he had no will of his own: without knowing the grounds of her distress, he already felt the same distress unconsciously passing over him.

"What is it? what?" he asked her, squeezing her hand with his elbow, and trying to read her thoughts in her face.