"The box is too heavy for you, Fanny. Nay, I insist upon it: I shall carry it to the station for you."
It was not far to the station, and the box was not too heavy, but Fanny yielded it. "He wants to see me safe out of the station," she thought.
"I will see her safe out of the place," he thought.
Ten minutes later the doors of the salle d'attente were thrown open, the train rolled in, and Fanny was carried away.
The doctor returned thoughtfully to the house. The time was come for the execution of his project. Everybody was out of the way.
"She is gone," he said, when Lord Harry returned for breakfast at eleven. "I saw her safely out of the station."
"Gone!" his confederate echoed: "and I am alone in the house with you and—and——"
"The sick man—henceforth, yourself, my lord, yourself."