“Gilbert, Gilbert,” he chided himself angrily, “what would your wife say if she knew?” He nodded. “Perhaps, it's a good thing I'm going home tomorrow. I must be a bad man.”
Just after nine o'clock Sir Charles and Eva's future husband took their departures and a few minutes later Dr. Athol and his wife prepared to go, too.
“I'm sure we all want a good long sleep,” smiled the doctor. “I don't seem to have had a decent one for weeks,” and when his wife had gone to put on her hat, he drew Larose to one side.
“Good-bye, sir,” he said. He looked Larose straight in the face. “And if I don't see you again, I'll tell you now”—there was a catch in his voice—“you've been the best friend one man and one woman ever had.”
“A great pleasure,” commented Larose lightly. “We wicked people are often quit
