``You've told him,'' said Selma to Colman as she paused in the
doorway.

Victor turned his head quickly, opened his eyes, gave her a look
of welcome that made her thrill with pride. ``Oh--there you
are!'' he exclaimed. ``I was hoping you'd come.''

``I saw David Hull just after it was done,'' said Selma. ``And I
thanked him for you.''

Victor's eyes had a look of amusement, of mockery. ``Thank
you,'' he said.

She, the sensitive, was on the alert at once. ``Didn't you want
me to thank him?''

Victor did not answer. In the same amused way he went on: ``So
they carried him on their shoulders --him and that other defender
of the rights of the people, Hugo Galland? I should like to have
seen. It was a memorable spectacle.''

``You are laughing at it,'' exclaimed the girl. ``Why?''

``You certainly are taking the news very queer, Victor,'' said
Colman. Then to Selma, ``When I told him he got white and I
thought I'd have to send for Doctor Charlton.''

``Well--joy never kills,'' said Victor mockingly. ``I don't want
to keep you, Tom--Selma'll sit with me.''