“Well, when is it going to stop?” said Flick querulously. “That’s the only thing interests me.”
“I imagine it’s over now,” said O’Leary, who knew of the granting of the divorce but was ignorant of any further complications; “in fact, I’m positive.”
“You are, eh?” said Flick incredulously.
“I’d take my oath on it.”
At this moment, there came a sharp, rattling knock; the door opened, and Dangerfield walked in.
“Am I interrupting?”
“No.”
There had come a change in the man which struck them at once; the indecision and groping weariness of the last days had lifted. He seemed alive with energy and action, and yet, as he stood there looking about the room, there was about him momentarily the same expression which had startled them on his first appearance.
“What can we do for you?” asked O’Leary naturally and heartily.
Dangerfield looked down abruptly, his face cleared, and he said in a matter-of-fact tone: