Mr. Medland must settle your differences, if you have any, elsewhere."
Medland glanced sharply at him, but accepted the cue.
"You are right," he said. "Come, Daisy," and he walked away with his daughter on his arm, while Kilshaw led Benham off in the opposite direction, talking to him urgently in a low voice. Benham shook his head again and again in angry protest, seeming to ask why he had not been allowed his own way.
The group of people passed on, amid inquiries who Benham was, and conjectures as to the cause of the Premier's anger.
"Now what in the world," asked Sir John, fitting his pince-nez more securely on his nose, "do you make of that, Miss Derosne?"
Sir John thought that he was addressing an indifferent spectator, and Alicia's manner did not undeceive him.
"How should I know, Sir John? It must have been politics."
"They wouldn't talk politics here—and, if they did, Medland would not quarrel about them."
"Did you hear what he said, Chief Justice?" asked Coxon.
"Yes, I heard."