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Little by little the tumult died away Quarrier's e's cool, crisp voice and walk, and the giggle and aards, with Ferrall's brisk, decisive tones and stride to close the procession

He turned and looked grihts, he opened his door and went out into the deserted corridor, where the elevator shaft was dark and only the dieways

He had his rain-coat and cap with hiht be driven to; but for the present he found the bay- overlooking the swiil

Secure from intrusion, as there were no bedrooms on that corridor, he tossed coat and cap into the -seat, walked to and fro for a while listening to the rain, then sat down, his well-shaped head between his hands And in silence he faced the Ene he had sat there he did not know When he raised his face, all gray and draith the tension of conflict, his eyes were not very clear, nor did the figure standing there in the di for a moment

"Mr Siward?" in an uncertain voice, almost a whisper

He stood up mechanically, and she saw his face

"Are you ill? What is it?"

"Ill? No" He passed his hand over his eyes "I fancy I was close to the edge of sleep" So now, the significance of her presence dawning on him

"Did you really come?" he asked "This isn't a very lovely but impalpable astral vision, is it?"

"It's horridly i the rather drawn and pallid face of the man before her "I calanced about her Hebunch of hothouse roses so she could pass, and she settled down lightly on the edge of the -seat When he had piled soesture of invitation

"I have only a moment," she said, as he seated himself beside her "Part ofyou here; I didn't suppose you so faithful"

"I can be fairly faithful What else are you curious about?"

"You said you had so important--"

"--To tell you? So I did That was bribery, perjury, false pretences, robbery under ar you will! I only wanted you to come"

"That is a shah, and she noiselessly shook out her fluffy skirts and settled herself a triflethe pillows