It must be something else, or it mustn't be anything at all.

I don't ask you for your confidence, and you know that I've never sought to control you." This was not the least true, but Agatha answered, either absently or provisionally, "No." "And I don't seek to do so now.

If you have nothing that you wish to tell me--" He waited, and after what seemed a long time, she asked as if she had not heard him, "Will you lie down a little before your supper, papa ?" "I will lie down when I feel like it," he answered.

"Send August with the supper; he can look after me." His resentful tone, even more than his words, dismissed her, but she left him without apparent grievance, saying quietly, "I will send August." LXVII.
Agatha did not come down to supper with Burnamy.

She asked August, when she gave him her father's order, to have a cup of tea sent to her room, where, when it came, she remained thinking so long that it was rather tepid by the time she drank it.
Then she went to her window, and looked out, first above and next below.
Above, the moon was hanging over the gardened hollow before the Museum with the airy lightness of an American moon.