Chapter 48

"Nothing," I said. "You look a little jaded, my dear. You are not your usual blooming self this morning." A sharp feeling of anxiety attacked me. One always looked for a double meaning in Touchon's words. Had he discovered our nightly expeditions? But I reflected that he could not possibly look so sure of himself if he had. This was merely his usual persiflage. "I was not aware of it," I said. "You must take care of yourself," he said solicitously. "I do," said I. "Is Mme. Storey disengaged?" he asked. "There'…