Of course, he can no longer ignore the presence of his better half.
"It's I, Gwendolin," he says, meekly.
"Oh, it is! You've condescended to take some notice of me at last.

Well, I'm glad to see you.

Come up stairs at once, and confess that you've treated me abominably, you bad man." "For Heaven's sake let's get in before a crowd gathers," groans the professor, with a glance of horror up in the direction of the white-capped head protruding from, the second-story window.
Craig is amused, but takes pity on his companion, so they enter the hotel together.
"Will you tell her all ?" he asks.
"She'll never rest content now until she discovers it," says Philander, sadly.
"Then make a clean breast.

I give you permission to speak of my affairs, only--" "What ?" "Somehow I'd rather not have Lady Ruth know about Pauline Potter, and the foolish whim that causes her to pursue me." At this Philander chuckles, being able to see through a millstone with a hole in it.
"I'll warn Gwendolin, then.

She entertains a warm feeling for you, John--always has since making your acquaintance; and after the event of to-day, or rather yesterday, since it is past the witching hour of midnight, she is ready to do anything for you." "Well, good-night, professor," with a warm shake of the hand, for what they have passed through in common to-night will make these two the best of friends.
When John Craig finds himself alone, he does not at once retire to his small room.