“Of course.”
“Shake hands, will you?”
They shook hands.
“Right you are. Look Isabel and me up in town one day, won't you? Always awfully pleased. Well, I must be going.”
And, with a sigh of relief, Traill moved away.
But what did the boy know, what could the boy know, of the man's utter despair as he sat there through the night? Traill went out to his life. “He had made it up with the chap,” but Perrin, in the dark, was looking, with staring eyes, at Himself. At last, that gray figure that had haunted him so closely during these weeks was with him face to face.
And, with the coming dawn, he knew what it was that he would do.