Comforted she got up and walked back to the hotel. It was nearly midnight, but the place was lit on two of the side rooms. She did not try to listen to see in which of them Dane might be. She went straight to her room and wearied out soon fell asleep.
She was at the office at eight in the morning. She did not know whether her father had caught the boat which had left unusually early. She wondered if Dane would appear that day with the next day’s leader as he usually did, so that it could be set ahead of the rush copy. But she had a premonition that he would not, and arranged her space accordingly. She was right. He did not come in till ten the next morning. She was glad that Bolton was there, having just come in with the news that Dodge was not going to stand, and that he was in George Rhodes’ office that moment framing an announcement which he was shortly to bring along.
She greeted Dane eagerly with this news, ignoring his sensitive and irritable manner. He was enormously relieved. He had dreaded meeting her. But he saw no judgment in her eyes. The moment passed and the rush of the day was on. The incident of Davenport Carr’s visit was ancient history to Valerie by night. But it had left one of those little dents in her mind which, being one of accumulative experience, had more significance than was apparent to the naked eye when it seemed to die.
So many things seem to die and do not.
