CHAPTER XXIIt was evident from the moment of her entrance that Elida was not entirely her usual composed self. She was breathing rapidly as though she had run up the stairs. Her eyes darted restlessly around the room. The sight of Micky in no way discomposed her. She drew a sigh of relief, as though the thing which she had feared to see was absent. She nodded to the young man as she held out her hand to Fawley.
“You see that my brother is here to answer for his sins,” he remarked.
She sank into a chair.
“Poor Micky!” she exclaimed. “Some day I hope he will forgive me when he understands.”
“Oh, I forgive you all right,” Micky conceded. “I was just an ass. Didn’t quite understand what I was doing, I suppose.”
“Do any of us?” she lamented. “Please give me a cigarette, Martin. You have, p
