He now took a dose; then slipped the bottle into the pocket of his fur coat.
All went well, during the rest of the morning.

His publisher was neither pre-occupied nor vague.

He gave Ronnie a great reception and his full attention.
In the best of spirits, and looking the bronzed picture of perfect health, Ronnie returned to his club, lunched, showed his 'cello to two or three friends, then caught the three o'clock train to Hollymead.
The seven months were over.

All nightmares seemed to have cleared away.
He was on his way to Helen.

In an hour and a half he would be with her! He began to wonder, eagerly, what Helen would say to the Infant.
He felt quite sure that as soon as he got the bow in his hand, and the 'cello between his knees, the Infant would have plenty to say to Helen.
He had kept his yearning to play, under strong control, so that she might be there to enjoy with him the wonderful experience of those first moments.
As the train slowed up for Hollymead, and the signal lights of the little wayside station appeared, Ronnie took the last dose of Dick's physic, and threw the bottle under the seat..