"He is an angel now," said the widow, and wept, until Gerald made her laugh again.
[CHAPTER XII.]
A WONDERFUL DISCOVERY.
Tod Macandrew was the happiest of men when he and Gerald left Mrs. Pelham Odin's flat on that night. It was all that Haskins could do to keep Tod from executing a war dance on the street. "Remember that you are a solicitor," warned Gerald, "surely you don't want to appear in the police court, otherwise than in a professional capacity."
"I am also a lover," cried Tod fervently, "and I care nothing for the opinion of other people, legal, magisterial or otherwise."
"Ass!" muttered his friend, and shook the arm he was holding. "Come out of your midsummer-night dream, and help me."
"In what way?" asked Tod more soberly.
"I wish to marry Mavis Durham."
"Oh!" Tod became more sober than ever. "Haven't you forgotten her yet?"
Gerald stopped in surprise. "Why in heaven's name should I forget her, you unsympathetic idiot? I love her----"