One has to consider that." He waited for an answer, and getting none went on again.

Durrance, however, had no thought of reproach in his mind.

He knew that Feversham was speaking,--he wished very much that he would continue to speak for a little while,--but he paid no heed to what was said.

He stood looking steadfastly out of the windows.

Over against him was the glare from Pall Mall striking upward to the sky, and the chains of light banked one above the other as the town rose northward, and a rumble as of a million carriages was in his ears.