“I propose that we do not wait any longer for Wolfenden,” he said. “I saw him this afternoon, and he answered me very oddly when I reminded him about to-night. There is such a crowd here too, that they will not keep our table much longer.”
“Let us go in, by all means,” Densham agreed. “Wolfenden will easily find us if he wants to!”
Harcutt returned his watch to his pocket slowly, and without removing his eyes from Densham’s face.
“You’re not looking very fit, old chap,” he remarked. “Is anything wrong?”
Densham shook his head and turned away.
“I am a little tired,” he said. “We’ve been keeping late hours the last few nights. There’s nothing the matter with me, though. Come, let us go in!”
Harcutt linked his arm in Densham’s. The two men stood in the doorway.
“I have not asked you yet,” Harcutt said, in a low tone. “What fortune?”
Densham laughed a little bitterly.