A moment later her father and another man came into the hall from the street, compelling Leonore to assume a more proper attitude.
“Hello, Dot!” said Watts. “Still up? Vaughan and I are going to have a game of billiards. Won’t you score for us?”
“Yes,” said Leonore.
“Bad news from New York, isn’t it?” said Vaughan, nonchalantly, as he stood back after his first play.
Leonore saw her father make a grimace at Vaughan, which Vaughan did not see. She said, “What?”
“I missed,” said Watts. “Your turn, Will.”
“Tell me the news before you shoot?” said Leonore.
“The collision of the strikers and the troops.”
“Was any one hurt?” asked Leonore, calmly scoring two to her father’s credit.
“Yes. Eleven soldiers and twenty-two strikers.”