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Lord Passmore spoke in an ordinary tone, as if the question might be of interest to his listeners. There was something dramatic and unexpected about it, for Dugdale was conscious of a thrill. He was not dying to meet his patron, but sooner or later they would have to meet, and perhaps it would be for the best he should see him now. Still, Dugdale would have preferred to choose his own time, and there was the off chance that Quentin had come to spy on his movements.
This was the effect that the announcement had upon Dugdale, and to his surprise he saw that Bassano was moved in an altogether different manner. The Italian threw down the tools he was using and his eyes were ablaze with anger, yet not wholly anger, for it seemed like the sudden ferocious temper sometimes born of despair. There are certain people, quiet enough in themselves, long-suffering and timid, who, when driven into a corner, are distinctly dangerous. This was the impression that Bassano gave Dugdale at that moment. He broke out into passionate speech.