"Not escaped, O Sultan!"
"Well"—he had his arm about her, his air was that of a humoured child—"I didn't suppose you had! But I hate you to go down without me!"
"Well, the poor abused boy!" Julia laughed. "Come, we'll go down together!"
"What were you thinking of, standing there all that time?" he asked.
"You principally, Doctor Studdiford!" Julia gave him a quick sidewise glance.
"Glad I came out to the Mission to fix the Daley kid's arm?" Jim asked.
"Glad!" said Julia softly, with a great sigh that belied her smile. They took each other's hands, like children, and went down the broad stairway together.