"Ah, here she is at last!" cried Jennings. "Here's her little leddyship!"
Thurston sprang to his feet with an involuntary exclamation of joy. "My wife, my Indiana," he thought. "She has come at the very last moment—a sudden impulse to do right. Thank heaven!"
Jennings entered slowly, followed by Glen Masters.
CHAPTER XVIII.
Awakening.
"This is rather a late visit, Lord Canning," began Glen, in a slightly embarrassed manner. He also refrained from offering his hand. "But I—I left the folks about ten o'clock, and I—I've been driving about the city trying to collect my thoughts."
Thurston silently offered him a chair, suffering the reaction of his sudden access of joy.
"Indiana told me you generally sit up after she retires, so I waited late to find you alone and have it out with you."
Thurston met Glen's intense gaze with one of polite surprise. "Oh, indeed! I was not aware there was any subject to be thrashed out between you and me."
"Indiana's unhappy. I can't see it—it—it—breaks my heart."