She drew him in and whispered anxiously, as if someone lay dangerously ill nearby, "Is he better, Uncle?
Tell me all about it I can bear it now." Some men would have smiled at her innocent distress and told her this was only what was to be expected and endured, but Dr.Alec believed in the pure instincts that make youth beautiful, desired to keep them true, and hoped his girl would never learn to look unmoved by pain and pity upon any human being vanquished by a vice, no matter how trivial it seemed, how venial it was held.

So his face grew grave, though his voice was cheerful as he answered: "All right, I daresay, by this time, for sleep is the best medicine in such cases.

I took him home last night, and no one knows he came but you and I." "No one ever shall.

How did you do it, Uncle ?" "Just slipped out of the long study window and got him cannily off, for the air and motion, after a dash of cold water, brought him around, and he was glad to be safely landed at home.

His rooms are below, you know, so no one was disturbed, and I left him sleeping nicely." "Thank you so much," sighed Rose.