"If you will stand by your better self for one week--for only one week--after leaving Mulqueen's, I'll stand by you for life, my boy.

Come! You were a good sport once.

And that little sister of yours is worth it.

Come, Stuyvesant; is it a bargain ?" He stepped forward and held out his large, firm, reassuring hand.

The young fellow took it limply.
"Done with you, doctor," he said without conviction; "it's hell for mine, I suppose, if I don't make my face behave.