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 glass. “And a very proper dressing-gown it would make for Louie, wouldn’t it?”

“It was Outland’s—a precious possession. His lost chum brought it up from Mexico.”

“Was it Outland’s, indeed?” Louie stroked it and regarded it in the glass with increased admiration. “I can never forgive destiny that I hadn’t the chance to know that splendid fellow.”

The Professor’s eyebrows rose in puzzled interrogation. “It might have been awkward—about Rosie, you know.”

“I never think of him as a rival,” said Louie, throwing back the blanket with a wide gesture. “I think of him as a brother, an adored and gifted brother.”

Half an hour later they were spinning along through the country, just coming green, Rosamond and her father on the back seat, Louie facing them It struck the Professor that Louie had something on his mind; his restless bright eyes watched his wife narrowly, as if to seize an opportune moment.

“You know, Doctor,” he said presently, “we’ve decided to give up our house before we go abroad, and cut off the rent. We’ll move the books and pictures up to Outland (and our wedding presents, of course), and the silver we’ll put in the bank. There won’t be much of our present furniture that we’ll need. I wonder if you could use any of it? And it has just occurred to me, Rosie,” here he