"Frank," she said, surprised, "what is it? You didn't mind my pulling it out, did you?"
"Of course not; I don't mind your doing anything—only—I didn't realise that things could be got out of my writing-table in that way."
"Well, you must be sure to poke them in further next time," Rachel said lightly, shutting again the side drawer to which she had been directed, and out of which she had got some sheets of foolscap. "I will be back directly."
"Wait one moment," said Rendel. "Lord Stamfordham has been here."
"Lord Stamfordham! Since I went upstairs?" said Rachel, standing still in sheer surprise.
"Yes," said Rendel. "Some secret information that—I knew about, has got into the paper and is published this morning."
"Oh, Frank, how terrible!" said Rachel. "How did it happen? Do they mind?"
"Yes, they mind," Rendel said.
"Was that what you saw in the paper," Rachel said, "that excited you so much?"
"Yes," said Rendel.