Good-night." This time they did not shake hands.

Franks turned abruptly, with a wave of the arm, and walked off unsteadily, like a man in liquor.

Observing this, Warburton said to himself that not improbably the artist had been trying to drown his misery, which might account for his strange delusion.

Yet this explanation did not put Will's mind at ease.
Gloomily he made his way homeward through the roaring night..