But it was plain that he had a subject in his thoughts.

For twice he turned to Chayne and was on the point of speaking; but each time he thought silence the better part and lay back again.

Chayne waited and at last the subject was broached, but in a queer, hesitating, diffident way, as though Garratt Skinner spoke rather under a compulsion of which he disapproved.
"Tell me!" he said.

"I am rather interested.

A craze, an infatuation which so masters people must be interesting even to the stay-at-homes like myself.