A _Signal_ boy, one of the earliest to break the silent habit of the Square, was bawling a fresh edition of Arthur Dayson's contemporary, and across the web of the dictator's verbiage she could hear the words: "South Africa--Details--" Mr.Cannon glanced at his watch impatiently.
Hilda could see, under her bent and frowning brow, his white hand moving on the dark expanse of his waistcoat.
Immediately afterwards Mr.Cannon, interrupting, said: "That'll be all right.

Finish it.

I must be off." "Right you are!" said Dayson grandly.

"I'll run down with it to the printer's myself--soon as it's copied." Mr.Cannon nodded.

"And tell him we've got to be on the railway bookstalls first thing to-morrow morning." "He'll never do it." "He must do it.