There had been something of affection.

Again Mr.Ricardo found himself wondering in what street in Bohemia Celia dwelt--and as he walked up to the hotel there came yet other questions to amuse him.
"Why," he asked, "could neither Celia nor madame come to the Villa des Fleurs tomorrow night?
What are the plans they have made?
And what was it in those plans which had brought the sudden gravity and reluctance into Celia's face ?" Ricardo had reason to remember those questions during the next few days, though he only idled with them now..