His hand felt its way along the table until his fingers closed over the brim of his hat.
"Where are you off to, Raney?" I asked.
"I'll slip round to the Club," he answered, as he moved to the door.
Sonia laid her hand on his shoulder.
"I'm really going, David," she said. "The doctor says I've got to be in bed by ten. As I'm here, I must just tell you how pleased I am to hear you're getting on all right. Mother will be very glad to see you any time you can come over from Melton."
"Very kind of her," he murmured conventionally.
Sonia turned and held out her hand to me. The line of her lips was very straight.
"Good-bye, George."
She stretched out her hand to O'Rane, but had to touch his before he understood what she was doing. "I have never thanked you for bringing me back from Innspruck."
O'Rane's face, already hard, seemed to grow tighter in every muscle.