When he rose to go; when he felt the warm, clinging pressure of Magdalen's fingers round his hand, and the lock of her hair which she slipped into it at the same moment, he became awkward and confused.

He might have betrayed Magdalen and betrayed himself, but for Mr.Vanstone, who innocently covered his retreat by following him out, and patting him on the shoulder all the way.

"God bless you, Frank!" cried the friendly voice that never had a harsh note in it for anybody.

"Your fortune's waiting for you.

Go in, my boy--go in and win." "Yes," said Frank.