Some subtle change had come over Spiser which Nan was quick to feel—an added assurance, a satisfied manner which conveyed the impression that he was master of a situation entirely to his liking. Her uneasiness increased, as more and more keenly she realized the awkwardness of her position.
The stillness of the musty house added to her nervousness, though she tried to reassure herself with the thought that her fears would seem absurd enough when Miss Spiser arrived.
"You haven't any sand at all," she told her reflection in the mirror, "to get in such a state over the first unusual situation. You!—who were pining for adventure."
"But I haven't been pining for this kind," the pale image answered back.
Shortly Nan heard the cook laying the table, but she did not leave her room until Spiser rapped upon her door and announced supper. Constrained to a degree under the inquisitive eyes of the cook, she took her seat at the table which was laid for two only, Spiser pushing her chair beneath her with a
