"
Wonderingly he complied, jotting down what she told him in his notebook,
and turning to ask her what it meant, discovered that she had fainted.
CHAPTER VIII
THE LISTENING EAR
"I don't know what is the matter with Jane," sighed Mrs. Strong a few
days after the employment of the new chauffeur.
"She's not ill, is she?" responded her husband. "I never saw her looking
more fit."
"She looks all right," said her mother. "It is the peculiar way she is
acting that bothers me. She spends hours and hours moping in her room,
and then there are times when she takes notions of going out and is
positively insistent that she must have the car."
"Maybe she's in love," suggested Mr. Strong, resorting to the common
masculine suspicion.
"With whom?" retorted his wife indignantly. "I don't believe there is an
eligible man under forty in all New York. None of the men are thinking
about marriage these days. They all want to go to France, even the
married ones. I believe you'd go yourself if you were a few
years younger."
"I certainly would," announced her husband enthusiastically.
"Jane tells me she is writing a novel," Mrs. Strong continued, "and
that's why she stays in her room so much. I hope she won't turn out to
be literary."
"Don't worry," advised Mr.
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