Under these circumstances Darrell watched Joe get into his clothes with sincere satisfaction.
He had never been more worried over anything than he was with this, and now that it had all turned out so well, he felt a satisfaction that seemed to permeate his whole system.
When Joe had dressed himself, he seemed to have made up his mind about a certain thing.
Taking the beloved meerschaum pipe out of the closet, he laid it in a case and tucked the whole under his arm.
“What’s that for?” asked Eric.
“She shall smash it to pieces—I cannot.”
“Well, I don’t believe Lillian ever will. Make a clean breast of it, old fellow.”
“I intend to.”
“Then you are safe—she is too gentle not to forgive, and I expect to see you soon smoking a cigar on the street like other men.”
“No, no, I can’t do that—I would feel like a wretch to ever do that.”