Chapter 14
Letters came for her: how or when they were delivered he could not guess. They did not come by post. Once he saw a ragged little messenger leave the front door hurriedly and, entering the house, surprised her reading a note. She was standing by the window, her face in profile, her fine eyebrows bent, and he saw by the rise and fall of her bosom that something had agitated her.
"Anything wrong?" he asked.
Quickly she crumpled the letter in her hand and put it behind her.
"Nothing—nothing," she said.
He could not ask her particulars about her correspondence. A reference to the letter later in the day seemed to cause her distress. She went out in the afternoon and came back looking like death.
"In the name of heaven, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." She was almost defiant.
