“Let's ask Nolan about it,” he said. “He's in the reading-room, tearing the British strategy to pieces. He knows everything these days, from the draft law to the month's shipping losses. Come along.”
It was from Nolan, however, that Rodney first realized how seriously Clayton's friends were taking his affair with Natalie, and that not at first from anything he said. It was an indefinable aloofness of manner, a hostility of tone. Nolan never troubled himself to be agreeable unless it suited his inclination, and apparently Terry found nothing unusual in his attitude. But Rodney did.
“Something he could build?” said Nolan, repeating Terry's question. “How do I know? There's a lot of building going on, Page, but it's not exactly your sort.” And there was a faint note of contempt in his voice.
“Who would be the man to see in Washington?” Rodney inquired.
“I'll look it up and let you know. You might call me up to-morrow.”
Old Terry, having got them together, went back to his billiards and left them. Nolan sat down and picked up his paper, with an air of ending the interview. But he put it down again as Rodney turned to leave the room.
“Page!”
“Yes?”
“D'you mind having a few minutes talk?”
Rodney braced himself.