"Besides, I've got to be at work early—"
"I say, what did you do then?"
"Do then? What do you mean?"
"When you stood up—Did you say anything?..."
Frank looked at him bewildered.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Mr. Parham-Carter did not quite know what he had meant himself. It was a sensation come and gone, in an instant, as Frank had moved ... a sensation which I suppose some people would call "psychical"—a sensation as if a shock had vibrated for one moment through every part of his own being, and of the pleasant little warm room where he was sitting. He looked at the other, dazed for a second or two, but there was nothing. Those two steady black eyes looked at him in a humorous kind of concern....
He stood up himself.
"It was nothing," he said. "I think I must be getting sleepy."
He put out his hand.