Blake looked more closely at the nervously set lips, the dark eyebrows drawn into a frown.
"I say, boy, it hasn't got on your nerves—this place? I know what a queer little beggar you are."
"No; it is not that."
"Then what? Another inspiration?"
"No."
"Very well! I won't probe. I'm old enough to know that the human animal is inexplicable. Good-night—and good luck! I'll see you to-morrow."
"To-morrow, yes!"
There was relief in the readiness of the response, relief in the quick thrusting forth of the boy's hand.
"Good-night!"
"Good-night! And go to bed when you get home. You're very white."