You will excuse me if I hurry off?
It is almost time to start the sale again." Burton followed his host into the street.

The sun was shining, and a breath of perfume from the roses in a woman's gown assailed him, as she passed by on the threshold to enter the restaurant.

He stood quite still for a moment.

He had succeeded in his object, he had acquired the beans which were to restore to him his domestic life, and in place of any sense of satisfaction he was conscious of an intense sense of depression.

What magic, after all, could change Ellen! He forgot for one moment the gulf across which he had so miraculously passed.