"Didn't you? Have the revivalists brought about a change of heart?"
"I have come to tell you good-bye," said the doctor, graciously overlooking my master's remark.
"Oh, to tell me good-bye? When do you expect to go?"
"Possibly to-night—surely in the morning."
"Expect to be gone long?"
"I may never return."
"You expect to be gone then some time?"
They looked at each other. "It would seem so," said the doctor. And then he added: "I am going South."
"That's all right," said master. "It really makes no difference which way you go."