But don't you be afraid of Mills; he's a fine chap.

Come and see me to-morrow night, will you ?" Sydney agreed, and, arising, swung himself across the study to where his coat and cap lay.
"By the way," he asked, "where's Paul to-night ?" "He's calling on Cowan," answered Neil.
Sydney looked as though he wanted to say something and didn't dare.
Finally he found courage.
"I should think he'd stay in his room now that you're laid up," he said.
"Oh, he does," answered Neil.

"Paul's all right, only he's a bit--careless.

I guess I've humored him too much.

Good-night.