Derwentwater showed them out. There was something which was scarcely dignified in their bearing as they went. Nor, so far as they were concerned, were matters improved by the parting remark which Mr. Bennington courteously addressed to them as they went straggling through the door.
“May I ask you, as a favour, not to continue your discussion in the elevator as you go down? Wait till you are in the street.”
CHAPTER XXX
AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR
HUGH BECKWITH was sitting up in bed. He was not yet a desirable object for contemplation, but most of the bandages were removed from his head and face; the chief medical protection which remained being a deep green shade which ran across his eyes. He had raised this slightly to permit of his looking at Catherine, who was seated at his bedside. His vo
