34/89 He cocked his hat a little on one side as though he had had a drink or two--which indeed he might have had in reality, to celebrate the occasion. It was she, herself, who had opened the door so promptly. "It's all right," he said touching his breast-pocket; and she did not dare, the miserable wretch without illusions, she did not dare ask him to hand it over. They looked at each other in silence. He nodded significantly: "Where is she now ?" and she whispered "Gone into the drawing-room. |