In one consciousness Lorne made concise and relevant remarks; in another he sat in a spinning dark world and waited for the crash.
It seemed to come when Hesketh said, preparing to go, "I'll tell Miss Milburn I saw you.

I suppose this change in your political prospects won't affect your professional plans in any way you'll stick on here, at the Bar ?" It was the very shock of calamity, and for the instant he could see nothing in the night of it but one far avenue of escape, a possibility he had never thought of seriously until that moment.

The conception seemed to form itself on his lips, to be involuntary.
"I don't know.

A college friend has been pressing me for some time to join him in Milwaukee.

He offers me plenty of work, and I am thinking seriously of closing with him." "Go over to the United States?
You can't mean that!" "Oh yes--it's the next best thing!" Hesketh's face assumed a gravity, a look of feeling and of remonstrance.
He came a step nearer and put a hand on his companion's arm.
"Come now, Murchison," he said, "I ask you--is this a time to be thinking of chucking the Empire ?" Lorne moved farther into the passage with an abruptness which left his interlocutor staring.