I thought it would cut him horribly, he was thinking. "And he's taking it as if he had only a friendly interest." Scarborough's face was again behind the newspaper. When he had finished it he sauntered toward the door. He paused there to glance idly at the titles of the top row in the book-case. Pierson was watching him. "No -- it's all right," he concluded. Scarborough was too straight and calm just to have received such a blow as that news would have been had he cared for Pauline.