Let us do to-day the thing that belongs to to-day." That note struck home, for indeed the black spirit which whispers to men in their most despairing hours to end it all had whispered to him.
"Let us do to-day the thing that belongs to to-day," she had just said, and, strange to say, there shot into his mind words that belonged to the days when he went to church at Castlegarry and thought of a thousand things other than prayer or praise, but yet heard with the acute ears of the young, and remembered with the persistent memory of youth.

"For the night cometh when no man can work," were the words which came to him.
He shuddered slightly.

Suppose that this indeed was the beginning of the night! As she said, he must play the game--play it as Crozier of Lammis would have played it.
He stepped inside the room.

"Let it be to-day," he said.
"We may be interrupted here," she replied.

Courage came to her.