The Swindler and Other Stories

ded to dinner that Cynthia

athisers but it was plain to Babbacombe, at

r," he whispered, as she

k her head w

l be all right

d not been fulfilled. She met his anxious scrutiny with a smile indeed, b

me awake," she protested, w

ombe was d

be properly dressed," he urged. "I'll ta

against her will, and an hour later they drove off toget

ng swiftly. He raised his hat as they went

and it was not till some minut

e last night, Jack?" she said then.

les, half-sad, half-humorous, that he knew so we

Well, I'll tell you. I was busy bur

e. He was driving slowly, but he kept his eyes fi

n?" he asked, hi

esture as of puttin

blinds are up again, and I don't want any condolences

out me?" sai

ick way, and laid he

ack to London to-morrow, and the first thing I s

ing a little. "But you nee

ouring deeply. "There's more th

e," he sai

ent for a s

eful little beast, as not to be able to-to love you as you de

t, and looked for an inst

, dear," he said, very tend

test. Her lips were quive

rove slowly

upon his knee p

ke, Jack," Cynthia murmured

nd for a moment

to London," he said,

tefully and began to

f. Babbacombe wanted to go in search of

shall be in town, and I can go to a doctor there.

argument, and they followed t