To this provocative speech I made no answer. Graham in mirthful mood must not be humoured too far. Just now there was a new sort of smile playing about his lips⁠—very sweet, but it grieved me somehow⁠—a new sort of light sparkling in his eyes, not hostile, but not reassuring. I rose to go⁠—I bid him good night a little sadly.

His sensitiveness⁠—that peculiar, apprehensive, detective faculty of his⁠—felt in a moment the unspoken complaint⁠—the scarce-thought reproach. He asked quietly if I was offended. I shook my head as implying a negative.