then, there being no response to his companion's vigorous ring, he
murmured something about the servants having gone, and began to fumble
in his pocket.

The Candy Man, taking the latch key from his trembling fingers, opened
the door, and ignoring the evident expectation conveyed in his renewed
thanks, continued to assert authority, supporting the invalid into his
library. "I shall not leave you alone until you are relieved," he said.

Again Mr. Knight submitted to his captor's will, and lying back in his
arm-chair directed him to the restorative that was prescribed for these
seizures. When it had been administered he lay quiet with closed eyes.

The Candy Man now turned his attention to the fire, which had burned
low, coaxing it skilfully out of its sullen apathy. He was brushing up
tidily, when Mr. Knight, to whose face the colour was returning, spoke.

"You are very kind," he said, adding as the Candy Man felt his pulse and
nodded his satisfaction, "are you a physician?"

"No," was the smiling answer. "Merely something of a nurse. My father
was an invalid for some years."

The sick man said "Ah!" his eyes resting, perhaps a little wistfully,
upon the vigorous young fellow before him. "Don't let me keep you," he
added. "I am quite relieved, and my housekeeper will return very shortly
from church."

Instead of leaving him the Candy Man sat down. "I have nothing to do
this evening, Mr. Knight, and unless you turn me out forcibly I mean to