“You are already disturbed, are you not?” asked Mr. Treves shrewdly. “There is tension. I have felt it in the atmosphere.” “So you feel it too?” said Lady Tressilian sharply. “Yes, I am puzzled, I must confess. The true feelings of the parties remain obscure, but in my opinion, there is gunpowder about. The explosion may come any minute.” “Stop talking like Guy Fawkes and tell me what to do,” said Lady Tressilian.
