CHAPTER VI.
Mrs.Barnes, however, made no immediate reference to the matter which was in truth filling her mind.

She avoided her husband and mother-in-law, both of whom were clearly anxious to capture her attention; and, by way of protecting herself from them, she spent the late afternoon in looking through Italian photographs with Dr.Lelius.
But about seven o'clock Roger found her lying on her sofa, her hands clasped behind her head--frowning--the lips working.
He came in rather consciously, glancing at his wife in hesitation.
"Are you tired, Daphne ?" "No." "A penny for your thoughts, then!" He stooped over her and looked into her eyes.
Daphne made no reply.

She continued to look straight before her.
"What's the matter with you ?" he said, at last.
"I'm wondering," said Daphne slowly, "how many more cousins and great friends you have, that I know nothing about.

I think another time it would be civil--just that!--to give me a word of warning." Roger pulled at his moustache.

"I hadn't an idea she was within a thousand miles of this place! But, if I had, I couldn't have imagined she would have the face to come here!" "Who is she ?" With a sudden movement Daphne turned her eyes upon him.
"Well, there's no good making any bones about it," said the man, flushing.