You commit yourself to nothing by reading the proposals, and I suggest that you do so." "We will read them," Mr.Stenson decided.
Julian passed over the papers.

The two men crossed the room and leaned over the Prime Minister's writing table.

Mr.Stenson drew down the electric light, and they remained there in close confabulation for about a quarter of an hour.

Julian sat with his back turned towards them and his ears closed.

In this atmosphere of government, his own position seemed to him weird and fantastic.