"I'll leave you now, Panton, and I'll see that the dinner-bell isn't rung till you're quite ready." "All right.

I won't be ten minutes--" But Varick lingered by the door.

"Panton," he exclaimed, "you've been a good friend to me! I want to tell you that I shall never forget it.

As long as there's breath in my body I shall be grateful to you." As the doctor dressed he told himself again that Varick had never really recovered from the strain of his wife's long illness.

Under that rather exceptionally calm, steadfast-looking exterior, the man was extraordinarily sensitive.