CHAPTER XXXVI.
THE BACK WINDOW.
Lawrence Newt was not unmindful of the difference of age between Amy Waring and himself; and instinctively he did nothing which could show to others that he felt more for her than for a friend.

Younger men, who could not help yielding to the charm of her presence, never complained of him.

He was never "that infernal old bore, Lawrence Newt," to them.

More than one of them, in the ardor of young feeling, had confided his passion to Lawrence, who said to him, bravely, "My dear fellow, I do not wonder you feel so.

God speed you--and so will I, all I can." And he did so.