Do you realize the time?
I warned you against trusting yourself to the care of that common FELLOW--" The "fellow" heard no more.

He did not wish to.

He was tramping heavily through the dew-soaked undergrowth.

He needed now no counsel against "playing with fire." The cutting contempt of Mrs.James W.Colton's remark was fire-extinguisher sufficient for that night.
Miss Colton and I met again at the door of the bank a day or two later, just at closing time.

Sam Wheeler had already gone and I left George at his desk, poring over papers and busily figuring.