THE CAPTAIN OF HIS SOUL Three weeks and they were still in London.

If they could only have risen up in the morning of the New Life, and turned their backs on that hateful flat forever! But, seeing that Mrs.Nevill Tyson was tired out with her journey from one room to the other, it looked as if the greater removal was hardly to be thought of yet.

The doctor was consulted.
"I must examine the heart," said the man of science.
He examined the heart.
"Better wait another week," he said, shortly.

Brevity is the soul of medical wit; he was a very eminent man, and time also was short.
So they waited a week, three weeks in fact.

The delay gave Tyson time to study the New Life in all its bearings.