He muttered something to the effect that he was sure of that.
She released his shoulders and stood back, searching his face with tormented eyes. Abruptly she offered him her hand.
"Good-by," she said, her lips quivering—"Good-by, good friend!"
He caught the hand, wrung it clumsily and painfully and ... realized that the train was in motion. He had barely time to get away....
He found himself on the station platform, stupidly watching the rear lights dwindle down the tracks and wondering whether or not hallucinations were a phase of his malady. A sick man often dreams strange dreams....
A voice behind him, cool with a trace of irony, observed:
"I'd give a good deal to know just what particular brand of damn' foolishness you've been indulging in, this time."
He whirled around to face Peter Stark—Peter quietly amused and very much the master of the situation.
"You needn't think," said he, "that you have any chance on earth of escaping my fond attentions, Hugh. I'll go to the ends of the earth after you, if you won't let me go with you. I've fixed it up with Nelly to wait until I bring you home, a well man, before we get married; and if you refuse to be my best man—well, there won't be any party. You can make up your mind to that."