Marsham merely smiled, a little vaguely, without reply.

Ferrier observed him, then began abstractedly to study the carpet.

After a moment he looked up-- "I like your little friend, Oliver--I like her particularly!" "Miss Mallory?
Yes, I saw you had been making acquaintance.

Well ?" His voice affected a light indifference, but hardly succeeded.
"A very attractive personality!--fresh and womanly--no nonsense--heart enough for a dozen.

But all the same the intellect is hungry, and wants feeding.