"And five weeks' separation, in the old days, seemed a century!"
"You're going to stay here all night and take breakfast with me in the morning."
"Most assuredly."
"An early breakfast, though," Floriot smiled a warning. "I have to be in court at nine."
"Ah, of course!" nodded his friend. "You're Deputy Attorney now."
"Yes, I received my promotion more than a year ago."
"I always knew you'd get on!" exclaimed Noel, patting his shoulder.
Floriot turned away with a sigh.
"I have not much to worry about there," he said, without enthusiasm. "But, I want to hear about you, old man! What happened to you? Why did you want to commit suicide. Who was she?"
Noel threw him a quick, searching glance.