“Do you remember me, Mr. Overton, before I went away?” asked Vickers eagerly.
“I have an excellent memory,” answered the lawyer briefly.
“Do I seem to you to have changed?”
“Physically changed, you mean?”
“Yes.”
Overton looked at him reflectively in the moonlight.
“More than physically,” he returned at length.
“Mentally?”
“Mentally, if you like. It seems to me, Lee, that you have changed your soul, and you will forgive my saying that it seems to me a damned good thing. Good-night.”
Vickers went on his way whistling. The interview had raised his spirits with its suggestion that his own personality might yet triumph over Lee’s. It seemed a very fitting climax to the evening, when he saw Nellie standing at the door, most evidently looking for him.