It seemed to her that he had expected Weston to succeed, and she knew that he was very seldom wrong in his estimate of any man's character.

She made some excuse and left them together; and when the door closed behind her Stirling turned to Weston.
"If you'll come along to my room I'll give you a cigar," he said.
"Then, if you feel like it, you can tell me about the thing.".