by it.

"I've done with you," he said, waving aside the other's denials. "I've
got you out of this mess, and now I've done with you. It's no good
talking, because I don't want to hear it."

"Good-by, then," said Mr. Henshaw, with unexpected hauteur, as he came
to a standstill.

"I'll 'ave my trousers first, though," said Mr. Stokes, coldly, "and
then you can go, and welcome."

"It's my opinion she recognized me, and said all that just to try us,"
said the other, gloomily.

Mr. Stokes scorned to reply, and reaching his lodging stood by in
silence while the other changed his clothes. He refused Mr. Henshaw's
hand with a gesture he had once seen on the stage, and, showing him
downstairs, closed the door behind him with a bang.

Left to himself, the small remnants of Mr. Henshaw's courage
disappeared. He wandered forlornly up and down the streets until past
ten o'clock, and then, cold and dispirited, set off in the direction of
home. At the corner of the street he pulled himself together by a great
effort, and walking rapidly to his house put the key in the lock and
turned it.

The door was fast and the lights were out. He knocked, at first lightly,
but gradually increasing in loudness. At the fourth knock a light
appeared in the room above, the window was raised, and Mrs. Henshaw