Quarrier spoke of it again, but she shook her head, walking her horse slowly onward.

The train of thought she followed was slower still, winding on and on, leading her into half light and shadow, and in and out through hidden trails she should have known by this time--always on, skirting the objective, circling it through sudden turns.

And now she was becoming conscious of the familiar way; now she recognised the quiet, still by-ways of the maze she seemed doomed to wander in forever.
But, for that matter, all paths of thought were alike to her, for, sooner or later, all ultimately led to him; and this she was already aware of as a disturbing phenomenon to consider and account for and to provide against--when she had leisure.
"About that Amalgamated Electric Company," she began without prelude; "would you mind answering a question or two, Howard ?" "You could not understand it," he said, unpleasantly disturbed by her abruptness.
"As you please.

It is quite true I can make nothing of what the newspapers are saying about it, except that Mr.Plank seems to be doing a number of things." "Injunctions, and other matters," observed Quarrier.
"Is anybody going to lose any money in it ?" "Who, for example ?" "Why--you, for example," she said, laughing.
"I don't expect to." "Then it is going to turn out all right?
And Mr.Plank and Kemp Ferrall and the major and--the other people interested, are not going to be almost ruined by the Inter-County people ?" "Do you think a man like Plank is likely to be ruined, as you say, by Amalgamated Electric ?" "No.

But Kemp and the major--" "I think the major is out of danger," replied Quarrier, looking at her with the new, sullen narrowing of his eyes.
"I am glad of that.