In the afternoon he lounged into the editorial office, carrying with affected nonchalance that weight of the irremediable he had felt laid on him suddenly in the small hours of the night--that consciousness of something that could no longer be helped.

His patronising friend informed him at once that he had made the acquaintance of the Moorsom party last night.

At the Dunsters, of course.

Dinner.
"Very quiet.

Nobody there.