Fenn leaned forward, and there was an altered note in his tone.
"What's it mean, Bishop ?" he asked hoarsely.

"Are they ratting, those two ?" "What we have come here to say," the Bishop rejoined, "must be said to every one." He turned away.

Fenn and Bright exchanged quick glances.
"What do you make of it ?" asked Fenn.
"They've changed their minds," Bright muttered, "that's all.

They're theorists.

Damn all theorists! They just blow bubbles to destroy them.
As for the girl, she's been at parties all the evening, as we know." "You're right," Fenn acknowledged.