The fact of some disagreement, some misunderstanding between Mr.Jefferson and the man who had entered the public arena as his protege, had been for some time in the air of Albemarle.

What it was, and whether great or small, Albemarle was not prepared to say.

There was a chill in the air, it thought, but the cloud might well prove the merest passing mist, if, indeed, Rumour was not entirely mistaken, and the coolness a misapprehension.

The President's voice had been quiet and friendly, and Rand himself moved with a most care-free aspect.

He was of those who draw observation, and all eyes followed him down the steps.