"She didn't show me in here. I followed her. This room will do. I am in a hurry."
The maid disappeared.
"Where is Denis?" Nell's voice broke the little silence in measured accents.
"If you will come into another room—"
"No, thanks. This room will do."
He pushed a chair toward her and gave his tie a pull.
"Where is Denis?" she repeated, not noticing the chair. She stood facing him, her slim figure drawn to its full height, her head thrown back.
"I—I'm sure I don't know—won't you sit down?" He drew his hand nervously over his hair. "Do you mean O'Brien?"
"Whom else should I mean? Where is he?"
"'Pon my word, I don't know! I—won't you sit down?"