It did him good.

He's still marching up and down the library, chewing the cud--" Noticing Shirley's tired face and her eyes, with great black circles underneath, he stopped short.
"Now don't do any more packing to-night," he said.

"Go to bed and in the morning I'll come up and help you.

Good night!" "Good night, Jeff," she smiled.
He went downstairs, and after doing some more packing she went to bed.

But it was hours before she got to sleep, and then she dreamed that she was in the Senate Chamber and that she saw Ryder suddenly rise and denounce himself before the astonished senators as a perjurer and traitor to his country, while she returned to Massapequa with the glad news that her father was acquitted.
Meantime, a solitary figure remained in the library, pacing to and fro like a lost soul in Purgatory.