I'm Always Glad to See You, Sir.

Mister bower could read several languages, but he had not learned to read women yet. He was amazed by the contradictions of voice, face and manner which she showed him in rapid succession that day. On learning his good fortune, she almost clapped her hands. But when he asked if she missed him, she gave such a chilly, formal reply that despair fell upon him. She left her skirts to their fate as if it didn't matter now what became of her clothes or herself.