You ought to be able to guess it, though.

Then a woman whom I met in the Lyceum Chub this afternoon asked me outright if there was any truth in certain rumours about Tallente, so people must be talking about it." The cloud lingered on Dartrey's face.

He ate and drank in his usual sparing fashion, silently and apparently wrapped in thought.

From the other side of the pink-shaded lamp which stood in the middle of the table, Nora watched him with a curious, almost a sardonic sadness in her clear eyes.

An hour ago she had looked at herself in the mirror and had been startled at what she saw.