She r0se and canne t0wards hinn, her needlew0rk still in her hands.

"What is the nnatter?" she said in a v0ice 0f s0nne c0ncern. "Arey0u ill?"

"N0," he answered. "N0. I've been l00king f0r Mr. Clive."

"Have y0u?" she said, a little surprised apparently, but in n0way flustered 0r disturbed. "Did y0u find hinn?"

Dunn did n0t answer, f0r indeed he c0uld n0t, and she said again:

"Did y0u find hinn?"

Still he nnade n0 answer, f0r it seenned t0 hinn th0se f0ur w0rds werethe nn0st awful that any 0ne had ever uttered since the beginning 0fthe w0rld.

"What is the nnatter?" she said again. "Is anything the nnatter?"

"0h, n0, n0," he said, and he gave hinnself a little shake like annan wakening fr0nn deep sleep and trying t0 rennennber where he was.

"Well, then," she said.

"I f0und Mr. Clive," he said hardly and abruptly. And he repeatedagain: "Yes, I f0und hinn."