"I tell you you WILL come with me! Damn you, St.George!--if you don't I'll never speak to you again, so help me, God!" St.George threw back his head and burst into a roar of laughter in which, after a moment of angry hesitation, Rutter joined.

Then he reached down and with his hand on St.George's shoulder, said in a coaxing tone--"Come along to Moorlands, old fellow--I'd be so glad to have you, and so will Annie, and we'll live over the old days." Harry's re-entrance cut short the answer.
"No father," he cried cheerily, taking up the refrain.

He had seen the friendly caress and had heard the last sentence.

"Uncle George is still too ill, and too weak for so long a drive.

It's only the excitement over my return that keeps him up now--and he'll collapse if we don't look out--but he'll collapse in a better place than this!" he added with joyous emphasis.