Wait a second." He jumped up and drew the curtain over the door.

Wade had pulled it back when he came in.
"I must have that curtain altered," Valentine said.

"It is so badly hung that whenever the door is opened, it falls half way back, and looks hideous.

That is better." He sat down again.
"We won't talk," he said.
"No.

We'll give the--whatever it is every chance." They were silent.
Presently--it might have been a quarter of an hour--Julian said suddenly: "Do you feel anything ?" "'M--no," Valentine answered, rather doubtfully.
"Sure ?" "I think so." "You can't merely think you are sure, old chap." "Well, then--yes, I'll say I am sure." "Right," rejoined Julian.
Again there was a silence, broken this time by Valentine.
"Why did you ask me ?" he said.
"Oh! no special reason.