Miss Tranter was not inquisitive, but she had rather a liking for Tom, and his melancholy surliness was not lost upon her.
"What's the matter with you ?" she asked sharply.

"You're like a bear with a sore head this morning!" He looked at her with sombre eyes in which the flame of strongly restrained passions feverishly smouldered.
"I don't know what's the matter with me," he answered slowly.

"Last night I was happy.

This morning I am wretched!" "For no cause ?" "For no cause that I know of,"-- and he heaved a sudden sigh.

"It is the dark spirit--the warning of an evil hour!" "Stuff and nonsense!" said Miss Tranter.
He was silent.