Thalassa stood still, his eyes brooding on the sharp outline of the bent mask.
He looked up from his papers as Thalassa entered, and thoughtfully watched him as he trimmed the lamp and tended the fire.
With these words, uttered quickly, Thalassa fell into the silence of a man on his guard and pondering.
It was as though Thalassa were the master, and the other the man.
Barrant decided that it would be useless, at that moment, to apply himself to the effort of worming anything out of Thalassa.
