Some of the others who did not know you were coming in, put their affairs in my hands too." "Sell nothing," said Winston quietly.
It was an hour later when a messenger from Graham found them in the smoking-room, and Colonel Barrington smiled dryly as he tore up the envelope handed him.
"'Market opened with sellers prevailing.

Chicago flat!'" he read.
Dane glanced at Winston somewhat ruefully, but the latter's eyes were fixed on Colonel Barrington.
"If I had anything to cover I should still wait," he said.
"That," said Dane, "is not exactly good news to me." "Our turn will come," said Winston gravely.
That day, and during several which followed it, wheat moved down, and Dane said nothing to Winston, about what he felt, though his face grew grimmer as the time went on.

Barrington was quietly impassive when they met him, while Alfreton, who saw a way out of his difficulties, was hard to restrain.

Winston long afterwards remembered that horrible suspense, but he showed no sign of what he was enduring then, and was only a trifle quieter than usual when he and Alfreton entered Graham's office one morning.

It was busier than ever, while the men who hastened in and out seemed to reveal by attitude and voice that they felt something was going to happen.
"In sellers' favor!" said the broker.