His eyes rested upon her, filled with a great hunger.
"Well ?" she queried.
"You are wonderful," he murmured.
She laughed and for a moment her eyes fell.
"But, my dear man," she said, "I don't want compliments.

I want to know the news." "There is none," he answered.

"We are marking time while Horlock digs his own grave." "You have been amusing yourself ?" "Indifferently.

I dined the other night with Dartrey, to-night at the Sheridan Club.

The most exciting thing in the twenty-four hours has been my nightly pilgrimage round here." "How idiotic!" she laughed.