Saton divested himself of his hat and coat. Madame’s black eyes were still fixed upon him. He came slowly across towards her.
“Well?” she repeated.
“You were there,” he reminded her. “I saw you sitting almost in the front row. What did you think of it?”
She shrugged her shoulders.
“What does it matter what I think of it? Tell me about the others.”
“My paper was pronounced everywhere to be a great success,” he declared. “Many of the cleverest men in London were there. They listened to every syllable.”
Madame nodded.
“Why trouble to teach them?” she asked, a little scornfully. “What of Huntley? Have you seen him? How have they done to-day?”
“It goes well,” he answered. “It always goes well.”
She moved her head slowly.