Now--Just before they left, Dr.Massey had taken him aside and, in a manner that would have impressed him instantly but for his mood, had said: "Mr.Whitney, I want you never to forget that Theresa must not be depressed.

You must take the greatest care of her.

We must talk about it again--when you return." And _this_ was what he meant! He almost leaped to his feet at Theresa's softly interrupting voice, "Are you ill, dear ?" "A little--the strain--I'll be all right--" And leaving the whisky untouched, he went into his own compartment.

As he was closing the door, he gave a gasp of dismay.

"She might begin now!" he muttered.