"Levillier—yes. But he would—"
"Be reasonable about it, as he is about everything. Dear, sensible, odd, saintly, emotional, strong-headed, soft-hearted little doctor. He is unique."
They talked on for some time, arriving at no conclusion, until it seemed they had talked the whole matter thoroughly out. Yet Valentine, who was curiously instinctive, had, all the time, a secret knowledge that Julian was keeping something from him, was not being perfectly frank. The conviction pained him. At last Julian got up to go. He stood putting on his overcoat.
"Good-night," he said.
"Good-night, Julian."
"Now—is this to be our last sitting?"
Valentine hesitated.
"What do you wish?" he asked at length.
"What do you?"
"Well, I—yes, I think I would rather it was the last."