"What is it, then?"
"Dick," said she in quick, subdued tones, "I can't help speaking about it, and you're the best friend I've got. It's about John."
Ralston moved uneasily.
"John Steadman?"
"We're old friends, you know."
"Yes, I remember."
"I don't suppose you've seen him?"
"Not since I came back. Before that, often."
Ellen again passed her hand wearily across her forehead and turned abruptly away from the fire. The action was unconscious, involuntary. He had never associated Ellen with Steadman.
"What is it?" he asked sympathetically.