Holmes was leaning on the mantel-shelf; his very lips were pale.
"Yes, I shall, I shall,"—in his low, hard tone.
Some sudden dream of warmth and beauty flashed before his gray eyes, lighting them as Knowles never had seen before.
"Miss Herne is beautiful,—let me congratulate you in Western fashion."
The old man did not hide his sneer.
Holmes bowed.
"I thank you, for her."
Lois held the candle to light the Doctor out of the long passages.
"Yoh hevn't seen Barney out 't Mr. Howth's, Doctor? He's ther' now."
"No. When shall you have done waiting on this—man, Lois? God help you, child!"