unless you are wise enough to marry her.

What do you think ?" Berkley made no answer.

They remained silent for a long time.
Then the doctor rose and picked up his lantern; and Berkley stood up, too, taking the doctor's outstretched hand.
"If I were you, Phil, I'd marry her," said Benton.

"Good-night.
I'll see Colonel Arran in the morning.

Good-night, my boy." "Good-night," said Berkley in a dull voice.
Midnight found him pacing the dead sod in front of the veranda, under the stars.