Chepstow now and again. I know she would value a visit from you, and she
really is infernally lonely. If you go, she won't bore you. She's a
clever woman, and cares for things you care for. Will you look in on her
now and then?"

Isaacson lifted his hand from the book.

"I will call upon her," he said.

"Good!"

"But are you sure she wishes it?"

"Quite sure--for she told me so."

The simplicity of this answer made Isaacson's mind smile and something
else in him sigh.

"I have to go into the country," Nigel said. "I've got to see Harwich
and Zoe, my sister-in-law you know, and my married sister--"

A sudden look of distress came into his eyes. He got up. The look of
distress persisted.

"Good-night, Isaacson, old fellow!"

He grasped the Doctor's hand firmly, and his hand was warm and strong.

"Good-night. I like to feel I know one man who thinks so entirely for
himself as you do. For--I know you do. Good-bye."