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 Christopher rose.

"I shall stay until you have—found a—secretary, sir—of course."

"Thank you. And then?"

"Then—I do not know. I cannot think of the future—as yet."

Roxhythe looked at him thoughtfully.

"One thing, Christ, I want you to remember always. Whatever happens, whenever you will, you may return to me. Don't forget it, child. I shall welcome you back no matter when you come. And if you ever want help, call upon me."

"You—are very good, sir. I—will—remember."

Roxhythe nodded. He watched Christopher go out of the room. Then he picked up his hat and gloves.

"So ends the one friendship," he said aloud. "I wonder—is it worth it?"