They heard the click of the billiard balls in the adjoining room.

Dominey leaned forward and with a pair of small tongs replaced the burning wood upon the fire.

Suddenly he felt his hands clasped by his companion's.
"Everard dear," she said, "I am so sorry.

You came to me a little tired to-night, didn't you?
I think that you needed sympathy, and here I am asking you once more that horrible question.

Forget it, please.