"he thinks...that you do not like him very much...that you disapprove of him."
"Fay," challenged my mistress, "have I ever by word or look given you any reason to suppose such a thing?"
"Oh, no, Rosika! And so I have told him. Over and over...But he still thinks so."
"Now, look here," said Mme. Storey. "I am never the one to interfere between a married pair—or a soon-to-be-married pair, but you must make a stand somewhere, my child, or you'll soon find yourself a loving little slave.
"Hm!" said Mme. Storey with a hard smile. "And then?"
"In just a minute he called me back into the room by myself, and started to question me, very excited."
"What sort of questions?"
"I can't remember exactly...Like the questions you were asking me. What she was doing all day? What made her go out, and so on."