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It
’
s
running
out
,
thought
Rearden
—
but
he
answered
,
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
Not
yet
midnight
,
"
and
remembering
his
wrist
watch
,
added
,
"
Twenty
of
.
"
"
I
’
m
going
to
take
a
train
home
,
"
said
Lillian
.
He
heard
the
sentence
,
but
it
had
to
wait
its
turn
to
enter
the
crowded
passages
to
his
consciousness
.
He
stood
looking
absently
at
the
living
room
of
his
suite
,
a
few
minutes
’
elevator
ride
away
from
the
party
.
In
a
moment
,
he
answered
automatically
,
"
At
this
hour
?
"
"
It
’
s
still
early
.
There
are
plenty
of
trains
running
.
"
"
You
’
re
welcome
to
stay
here
,
of
course
.
"
"
No
,
I
think
I
prefer
to
go
home
.
"
He
did
not
argue
.
"
What
about
you
,
Henry
?
Do
you
intend
going
home
tonight
?
"
"
No
.
"
He
added
,
"
I
have
business
appointments
here
tomorrow
.
"
"
As
you
wish
.
"
She
shrugged
her
evening
wrap
off
her
shoulders
,
caught
it
on
her
arm
and
started
toward
the
door
of
his
bedroom
,
but
stopped
.
"
I
hate
Francisco
d
’
Anconia
,
"
she
said
tensely
.
"
Why
did
he
have
to
come
to
that
party
?
And
didn
’
t
he
know
enough
to
keep
his
mouth
shut
,
at
least
till
tomorrow
morning
?
"
He
did
not
answer
.
"
It
’
s
monstrous
—
what
he
’
s
allowed
to
happen
to
his
company
.
