Once or twice a weary, fretful voice scolded feebly: "Un-peu-de-s'lence! Un-peu-de-s'lence!" Rudolph rose to peep through the heavy jalousies, but saw nothing more than sullen daylight, a flood of vertical rain, and thin rivulets coursing down a tiled roof below.

The morning was dismally cold.
"Jolivet's kids wake you ?" Heywood, in a blue kimono, nodded from the doorway.

"Public nuisance, that school.

Quite needless, too.

Some bally French theory, you know, sphere of influence, and that rot.