And I'll forgive you, too, Murray," he added impulsively.

"I daresay you were justified.

My fame has preceded me.

Tell Mrs.Thorpe I'm here, will you?
Run along; the decanter is quite safe." A few minutes later he was ushered into Anne's sitting-room upstairs.

He stopped short just inside the door, struck by the pallor, the haggardness of his sister's face.
"Oh, I say, Anne!" he exclaimed.