Good-bye!" He held out his hand to Bentley, and bowed to Doris.

Madame made a rush at him.

But Bentley held her back.

He seized her arms, indeed, quietly but irresistibly, while the young man made his retreat.

Then, with a shriek, Madame fell back on her chair, pretending to faint, and Bentley, in no hurry, went to her assistance, while Doris slipped out after young Dunstable.