"Pray believe that you have magnified its importance into exceedingly ludicrous proportions.

I fear I am obliged to dispense with your faith in my integrity on the conditions you mention.

Your resolution to leave me--that is final ?" "Entirely so." "I am sorry," said the Baron simply.

And, meeting his chief's eyes, Philip felt somewhat ashamed of one or two of his highly colored suspicions and reddened uncomfortably.
"It is at least--comforting," observed the Baron quietly, "to feel that whatever I may have said in confidence to you will be honorably forgotten." "Excellency," said Philip with spirit, "though I may not speak to Miss Westfall of your interest or my suspicions, for reasons which need no naming among gentlemen, it is but fair to warn you that henceforth I shall regard myself as personally responsible for her safety." "Gallantly spoken!" declared the older man, and watched his secretary, as he bowed and withdrew, with more regret than he had seen fit to express.

Then, lying back in his chair he listened with unsmiling attention as Philip entered the billiard room with a laughing shot of abuse for Dick Sherrill which aroused an immediate uproar of welcome.
Watching the Baron's narrowed eyes, one might have wondered greatly.
For Baron Tregar looked very tired and grim.