"Yes."
"Harrowby"—Minot looked straight into the weak, but noble eyes—"are you on the level?"
"Really—I'm not very expert in your astounding language—"
"Are you straight—honest—do you want to be married yourself?"
"Why, Minot, my dear chap! I've told you a thousand times—I want nothing more—I never shall want anything more—"
"All right," said Minot, rising. "Then go to bed and sleep the sleep of the innocent."
"But where are you going? What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to try and do the same."
And as he went out, Minot slammed the door on a peer.
Sticking above the knob of the door of 389 he found a telegram. Turning on his lights, he sank wearily down on the bed and tore it open.