She was conscious of the unwonted color in her cheeks, which was slowly dying away beneath her companion's relentless gaze.
"You need not trouble to reply, mademoiselle," said De Chauxville, with his dark smile; "I am answered." Catrina pulled the ponies up with a jerk, and proceeded to turn their willing heads toward home.

She was alarmed and disturbed.

Nothing seemed to be safe from the curiosity of this man, no secret secure, no prevarication of the slightest avail.
"There are other questions in my mind," said De Chauxville quietly, "but not now.

Mademoiselle is no doubt tired." He leaned back, and when at length he spoke it was to give utterance to the trite commonplace of which he made a conversational study..