'Yes; and you?'
'I don't think I even dreamed.'
They sat. She noticed the cloud on him and waited for his allusion to it, anxious concerning him simply.
Dacier flung the hair off his temples. Words of Titanic formation were hurling in his head at journals and journalists. He muttered his disgust of them.
'Is there anything to annoy you in the papers to-day?' she asked, and thought how handsome his face was in anger.
The paper of Mr. Tonans was named by him. 'You have not seen it?
'I have not opened it yet.'
He sprang up. 'The truth is, those fellows can now afford to buy right and left, corrupt every soul alive! There must have been a spy at the keyhole. I'm pretty certain—I could swear it was not breathed to any ear but mine; and there it is this morning in black and white.'
'What is?' cried Diana, turning to him on her chair.
'The thing I told you last night.'