Some weeks passed; but we heard no more of Jaffery Chayne.

If he had planted his widow there, in Cettinje, and gone off to Central Africa we should not have been surprised.

On the other hand, he might have walked in at any minute, just as though he lived round the corner and had dropped in casually to see us.
In the meantime events had moved rapidly for Adrian.

Everybody was talking about his book; everybody was buying it.

The rare phenomenon of the instantaneous success of a first book by an unknown author was occurring also in America.