All that occurred in Boswell's library Priscilla was never to know.
There had been a moment of shock when Boswell, raising his eyes to greet Priscilla, saw Farwell Maxwell standing in the doorway.
"You have come!" Boswell gasped, with every sacred thing at stake.
"I—have come."
"For—what—Max?"
"To—to thank you, if I can. To—to tell you my story."
In the outer room Toky artistically held the dinner back. The honourable master and his strange but equally honourable friend must not be disturbed. Something was happening; but after a time Boswell laughed as Toky had never heard him laugh; so it was well, and the dinner could bide its time.
Then Priscilla came, wet and white-faced, but with the "shine-look" in her eyes that Toky, despite his prejudices and profession, had noted and respected.
"We will have the dinner now, Mees?" as if Toky ever considered her to that extent!