So all has ended well." Oliver Hilditch, standing by, remained speechless.

It seemed for a moment as though his self-control were subjected to a severe strain.
"I had the good fortune," he interposed, in a low tone, "to be wonderfully defended.

Mr.Ledsam here--" He glanced around.

Francis, with some idea of what was coming, obeyed an imaginary summons from the head-porter, touched Andrew Wilmore upon the shoulder, and hastened without a backward glance through the swing-doors.

Wilmore turned up his coat-collar and looked doubtfully up at the rain.
"I say, old chap," he protested, "you don't really mean to walk ?" Francis thrust his hand through his friend's arm and wheeled him round into Davies Street.
"I don't care what the mischief we do, Andrew," he confided, "but couldn't you see what was going to happen?
Oliver Hilditch was going to introduce me as his preserver to the man who had just arrived!" "Are you afflicted with modesty, all of a sudden ?" Wilmore grumbled.
"No, remorse," was the terse reply..