It was only ten, and he would not see Jasmine till six; but if he had gone to South Africa he would not have seen her at all! Fate and Wallstein had been kind.
Presently, as he went to the hall to put on his coat and hat to go out, he met Barry Whalen.

Barry looked at him curiously; then, as though satisfied, he said: "Early morning visitor, eh?
I just met her coming away.

Card of thanks for kind services au theatre, eh ?" "Well, it isn't any business of yours what it is, Barry," came the reply in tones which congealed.
"No, perhaps not," answered his visitor, testily, for he had had a night of much excitement, and, after all, this was no way to speak to a friend, to a partner who had followed his lead always.

Friendship should be allowed some latitude, and he had said hundreds of things less carefully to Byng in the past.

The past--he was suddenly conscious that Byng had changed within the past few days, and that he seemed to have put restraint on himself.