Everybody in the room knew. Everybody was

English. And nobody spoke. As the guests came down by ones and twos

to breakfast, the lady near the door stopped each of them: “I suppose

you’ve heard--” But none of them had. I was her sole failure. At length

a retired military officer came down, already informed. “Where does

this news come from?” he demanded of the room, impatiently, cautiously,

half-incredulously, as one who would hesitate to trust any information

that he had not seen in a London daily. With a single inflection of his

commanding voice he wiped out the whole Press of Italy--that country of

excellent newspapers. He got little answer. We all sat silent.

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