And again she was
conscious of relief.
Curtis stood looking after him for a few seconds, then turned and
entered the house.
She met him in the passage outside her room. He greeted her gravely.
"I was just coming to see if I could do anything for you," he said.
"Thank you," she answered nervously. "I am better now. Where has my
husband gone?"
He did not answer her immediately. He turned aside to the room in which
she generally sat, standing back for her to pass him. "I have something
to say to you," he said.
She glanced at him anxiously as she took the chair he offered her.
"In the first place," he said, "you will be wise if you keep absolutely
quiet for the next few days. There will be nothing to disturb you.
Mercer is not returning at present. He has left you in my charge."
"Oh, why?" she said.
Her hands were locked together. She had begun to tremble from head to
foot.
Curtis was watching her quietly.
"I think," he said, "that he is better away from you for a time, and he
agrees with me."
"Why?" she said again, lifting her piteous eyes. "Is he so angry with
me?"
"With you? No. He has come to his senses in that respect.
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