Mad as March hares, both of them; for they had not the least idea that the sapphires were hers! Later, she stole to the library door and peered in.

Thomas was at his desk.

For a long time she watched him.

He appeared restless, uneasy.
He nibbled the penholder, rumpled his hair, picked up the ivory elephant and balanced it, plunged furiously into work again, paused, stared at the Persian carpet, turned the inkwell around, worked, paused, sighed.

Thomas was very unhappy.