There was no help for it. Murdoch pushed the door open and stood before him.
"Murdoch," he said. "I saw the light, and it brought me up."
Haworth gave him a grudging look.
"Come in," he said.
"Do you want me?" Murdoch asked.
"Aye," he answered, dully, "I think I do."
Murdoch stood and looked at him. He did not sit down. A mysterious sense of embarrassment held him in check.
"What is wrong?" he asked, in a lowered voice. He hardly knew it for his own.
"Wrong?" echoed Haworth. "Naught. I've—been taking leave of the place. That's all."
"You have been doing what?" said Murdoch.