Durin got up at seven o'clock.
It was not because he had slept well, but because Irene had almost smashed his door down.
This little bird somehow got the news early in the morning and started banging on the door at the crack of dawn.
The first thing she said when she entered was, "Durin, did you become a Divine Envoy?"
It made Durin so confused that he couldn't tell how many hands the rumor had passed through, and after inquiring in detail from Irene did he find out that the news had reached her at six fifty-five in the morning—Durin awkwardly apologized to Grandpa Ron and Mrs. Ron who were standing on the second-floor balcony watching everything, then he brought Irene into the house.
"Do I look like a Divine Envoy to you?" Durin asked.
Irene sized up Durin several times before finally shaking her head, "I don't know."
