“Doesn’t this calm of the night embracing Rome make you—make you feel
that in your suspicions of Deeming you have been unreasonable; that,
after all, it is unlikely he should be what you have fancied him to be?”
In an instant all the calmness, all the gentleness went out of his
face. But he only answered—
“When you get back to the hotel talk to him about his black spaniel,
and see how he takes it. Good-night.”
Before I could say anything more he had drawn back into his house and
shut the door quickly behind him.