“At the Overseas Club. I stopped on my way from the hospital.”

“Y––es.”

A considerable pause, and then Ilse laughed again–––a confused, happy laugh.

“Did you think you’d––come over?” she inquired.

“Shall I?”

“What do you think about it, Jack?”

“I suppose,” he said in a humourous voice, “you’re afraid of that tendency which you say I’m beginning to exhibit.”

“The tendency to drift?”

“Yes;––toward those perilous rocks you warned me of.”

“They are perilous!” she insisted.