To-night she could have hugged both the old maids.
"Somebody ought to get hold of that young man," said Prudence, grimly, as she nodded in Spurlock's direction.

"Look at him!" Ruth looked.

He was draining a glass, and as he set it down he shuddered.

A siphon and a whisky bottle stood before him.

He measured out the portion of another peg, the bottle wavering in his hand.