"Guy, my boy, you shall come and see us.No.29, Bloomsbury Street--poor rooms, but our remittances have gone astray, and I have been ill.

To-morrow, eh?
or the next day?
We shall expect you, Guy.

We do not go out except in the evenings.

You will not fail, Guy ?" I looked down into his flushed face.

His lips were shaking, and his eyes were fixed anxiously upon mine.