But he had grown suddenly uncomfortable.
"I hope you won't think—er—that I've been meddling," he said, with the slight drawl Nell understood so well now.
"Never!" she said. "Go on."
"Well, you might. O.B. told me about those Rêve d'or shares—" He paused.
Denis nodded.
Nell put her hand out suddenly, and rested it heavily on the table.
"What about them?" she said.
Ted spoke quickly, giving the heart of what he had to say.
"The governor says—'Hold on—don't sell.'"
There was a little pause. Nell's face had gone quite white.