He had moved back again into the room.

Like his companions, he was conscious of an unexplained relief.
"To Dublin?
No; I go to Donegal in three weeks' time.

There is to be a dance.

It is hoped you will come." "I am not sure that I can manage it.

There is just a chance, I believe, should trouble come in the East, that I may go out on the staff." The talk thus came round again to the chances of peace and war, and held in that quarter till the boom of the Westminster clock told that the hour was eleven.