in his buttonhole. "You rang for Nurse?" the Doctor immediately said.
The young man stood looking from one of his friends to the other. "She's there—it's all right. But ah, my dear people———!" And he passed his hand, with the vivid gesture of brushing away an image, over a face of which the essential radiance was visible even through perturbation.
"How's Julia now?" Mrs. Beever asked.
"Much relieved, she tells me, at having spoken."
"Spoken of what, Tony?"
"Of everything she can think of that's inconceivable—that's damnable."
"If I hadn't known that she wanted to do exactly that," said the Doctor, "I wouldn't have given her the opportunity."
Mrs. Beever's eyes sounded her colleague of the Bank. "You're upset, my poor boy—you're in one of your greatest states. Something painful to you has taken place."
Tony Bream paid no attention to this remark; all his attention was for his other visitor, who stood with one hand on the door of the hall and an open watch, on which he still placidly gazed, in
