CHAPTER IV.
WE LEARN MORE OF SYLVIA Andrew Kelton put out his hand to say good-night a moment after Sylvia had vanished.
"Sit down, Andrew," said Mrs.Owen.

"It's too early to go to bed.

That draft's not good for the back of your head.

Sit over here." He had relaxed after the departure of the dinner guests and looked tired and discouraged.

Mrs.Owen brought a bottle of whiskey and a pitcher of water and placed them near his elbow.
"Try it, Andrew.