"Why, Frank, of course they are! You couldn't keep them apart," declared the lady, with smiling confidence.
"But, Edith, you haven't ever talked like this—before," puzzled the doctor, frowning.
"I've never known before that Burke Denby was building bridges for the Hottentots."
"Nonsense! That's their business. They've always built bridges."
"Yes, but Master Burke and his father haven't always gone to superintend their construction," she flashed. "In other words, if Burke Denby is trying so strenuously to get away from himself, it's a pretty sure sign that there's something in himself that he wants to get away from! You see?"
"Well, I should like to see," sighed the doctor, with very evident doubt.
CHAPTER XVI
EMERGENCIES
In September Helen Denby and Dorothy Elizabeth went to London. With their going, a measure of peace came to Frank Gleason. Not having their constant presence to remind him of his friend's domestic complications, he could the more easily adopt his sister's complacent attitude of cheery confidence that it would all come out right in time—that it must come out right. Furthermore, with Helen not under his own roof, he was not so guiltily conscious of "aiding and abetting" a friend's runaway wife.