You will be ill if you stay here." "You are not one of them ?" asked the man suddenly.
"One of whom ?" "One of those who wish to harm me ?" Denzil began to think he had to do with a madman, and to gain his ends he spoke to him in a soothing manner, as he would to a child: "I wish to do you good, Mr.Berwin," said he gently.

"Come to your home." "Home! home! Ah, God, I have no home!" Nevertheless, he gathered himself together, and with his arm in that of his guide, stumbled along in the thick, chill mist.

Lucian knew the position of No.

13 well, as it almost faced the lodgings occupied by himself, and by skirting the railings with due caution, he managed to half lead, half drag his companion to the house.

When they stood before the door, and Berwin had assured himself that he was actually home by the use of his latch-key, Denzil wished him a curt good-night.