Besides, I can afford to be liberal, for I shall certainly never go back." He dropped a five-pound note into the money-box, and left the house.
Walking toward his club, Percy's natural serenity of mind was a little troubled by the remembrance of Captain Bervie's language and conduct.
The Captain had interested the young man in spite of himself.

His first idea was to write to Bervie, and mention what had happened at the renewed consultation with Doctor Lagarde.

On second thoughts, he saw reason to doubt how the Captain might receive such an advance as this, on the part of a stranger.

"After all," Percy decided, "the whole thing is too absurd to be worth thinking about seriously.

Neither he nor I are likely to meet again, or to see the Doctor again--and there's an end of it." He never was more mistaken in his life.