At the end of half an hour Devoe arose.
"I must be getting on," he announced.

"I'm glad we've had this talk, and I hope you'll both come over some evening and call on me; I'm in Morris, No.8.

We've got our work cut out this fall, and I hope we'll all pull together." He smiled across at Paul, evidently unaware of having neglected that young gentleman in his conversation.

"Good-night.

Four o'clock to-morrow is the hour." "I never met any one that could ask more questions than he can," exclaimed Neil when Devoe was safely out of hearing.