Miracles are worked out by mathematics--if you have faith enough." He rose, striding the length of the room once or twice, turned, holding out his broad hand: "Good-bye," he said.

"Harrington is about due at my office; Quarrier will probably turn up to-night.

I am not vindictive; I shall be just with them--as just as I know how, which is to be as merciful as I dare be.

Good-bye, Siward.

I--I believe you and she are going to get well." When he had gone, Siward lay back in his chair, very still, eyes closed.
A faint colour had mounted to his face and remained there.
It was late in the afternoon when he went down-stairs, using his crutches lightly.