A wild rush through the darkened streets, and in twenty minutes I was safe back again in my own consulting-room." Thornton paused in his narrative, and at that moment one of the stewards of the club came and whispered something in his ear.
He rose.
"I'm sorry," he said, with a grave face.

"I'm called away; a very old client of mine.

Valvular trouble of the worst kind.

I doubt if I can do anything, but I must at least go.

Please don't let me break up your evening, however." With a courtly bow he left us.
"And do you know the sequel to Thornton's story ?" asked Fortescue with a smile.
We looked expectantly at him.
"Why, he married the girl," explained Fortescue.