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 don't"—he paused ominously. "There's always one way out," he added.

"You will break Helena's heart, then."

"Heart? I don't think she has one. If she had, you'd have had her long ago. Oh, no, I sha'n't. She'll go into that beastly retreat for a while, and then she'll marry that crazy rector-man and go about saving souls. You'll see."

The week was nearly up. The yacht was ready in the harbour. The boy, though, showed the strain, and Dillon, fearful of too much dogging him, and warned by his furtive eyes and narrowed lips, called in Stebbins to the rescue.

"I can't have him hate me, Steb," he explained. "We're both of us worn pretty thin. If you could give up to-day and to-night"

They shook hands.

"It's every minute, practically, you know, Steb," he added doubtfully, "it's a good deal."

"Oh, get on!" the other broke in, with a good-natured shoulder clap.

As he swung the glass door of the club behind him, Dillon ran down a messenger-boy, bulging