meet him."

"Came home?" cried Mr. Henshaw, shrilly. "_Came home_?"

"Yes; and don't make so much noise," said Mrs. Henshaw, tartly; "he's
asleep."

The two gentlemen turned and gazed at each other in stupefaction. Mr.
Stokes was the first to recover, and, taking his dazed friend by the
arm, led him gently away. At the end of the street he took a deep
breath, and, after a slight pause to collect his scattered energies,
summed up the situation.

[Illustration: "Mr. Stokes, taking his dazed friend by the arm, led him
gently away."]

"She's twigged it all along," he said, with conviction. "You'll have to
come home with me tonight, and to-morrow the best thing you can do is to
make a clean breast of it. It was a silly game, and, if you remember, I
was against it from the first."




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MIXED RELATIONS