"Behind you; only don't turn round to look, for he knows----" But I
dropped, having caught something directed toward me in Brissenden's
face. My interlocutor remained blank, simply asking me, after an
instant, what it was he knew. On this I said what I meant. "He knows
we've noticed."
Long wondered again. "Ah, but I _haven't_!" He spoke with some
sharpness.
"He knows," I continued, noting the sharpness too, "what's the matter
with him."
"Then what the devil is it?"
I waited a little, having for the moment an idea on my hands. "Do you
see him often?"