"Yes, that'll be nice," he agreed, but without absolute ecstasy.
Fortunately for him, in his temper of that moment, Pete Willing reeled into the shop, two-thirds drunk, with his face smeared with blood from a cut on his forehead.
"'Scuse me," he muttered huskily. "Kin I see you a minute, Doc?"
He reeled and almost fell—would have fallen had not Duncan caught his arm and guided him to a chair. "Great Scott, Pete!" he cried. "What's happened to you?"
"M' wife..." Pete explained thickly.
[ XX ]
ROLAND SHOWS HIS HAND
"Perhaps I'd better go." Josie, fluttering with alarm and a little pale, went quickly to the door.
Duncan followed her a pace or two. "I can't leave just now," he stammered.
"I don't mind one bit. I don't want to be in the way. I'll telephone from home.... Good-night, dearest!" On tiptoes she drew his face down to hers and kissed him. "I'm so happy..."