The young man laughed with visible relief, and rubbed his knee with his somewhat too delicate hand. The Doctor examined him again with a milder glance.
“I suppose you think you’ve got the principles of life all right, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,” replied the other, taking his turn at folding arms.
“H-m-m! I dare say you do. What you lack is the practice.” The Doctor sealed his utterance with a nod.
The young man showed amusement; more, it may be, than he felt, and presently pointed out his lodging-place.
“Here, on this side; Number 40;” and they alighted.
CHAPTER III.
HIS WIFE.