"Now I can breathe again," she said. "I am going now. Good-night."
Garth followed her out, along the corridor and into the hall. Servants were waiting at the door. A sign from Garth dismissed them. As he held the door open for her, she turned to him, hesitated, and then spoke.
"I thought at lunch to-day that the doctor was the only gentleman there. I—I am not so sure about it."
"If I were ten years younger," said Garth, "I think I should ask you to marry me. Good-night."
He stood watching her as she passed down the steps into Park Lane.
POST-MORTEM
I
After dining for the last time at his club, Evan Hurst returned at once to his flat in Jermyn Street. The greater part of his arrangements had already been made, and most of his things packed; but there were still a few details to settle, and he was to leave for the north early on the following morning.