"It's true! I felt it from the start," she said simply. "Sit down."
He credited her with being deeper than he had believed, whereas she had only obeyed an impulse.
"Is Blainey a possibility too?" he asked suddenly.
"What! he has guessed even Blainey?" she thought, startled; but, as she began an evasive answer, satisfied, he turned to a trunk, closed it and installed himself, folding his arms.
"I'll tell you what I am going to do with Sassoon and Blood," she said suddenly. She had camped on another trunk, swinging one little foot incased within a red slipper, ten feet of the faded rug between them. "I am going to make—oh, a lot of trouble!"
"You've started it already!"
"Tell me—was there really a terrible row?" she asked, clapping her hands eagerly. "All over little me?"
"H'm, yes—rather! We had some difficulty in stopping it!" He looked at her, amused, with the gaze of one who appreciates the irony of values. "Do you know, you pretty little atom, that you are setting in motion forces that may shake millions?"
"Oh, how lovely! Tell me!"
"Perhaps I'd better not!" he said grimly. "And suppose I told you that if you made Sassoon and Blood enemies over your charming little person, that Blood is capable of turning all the force of his newspapers against the Sassoon interests, making ugly revelations and bringing on a mild panic, would you persist?"