 at the pair
inside, and at the opposite seat, with his small short-sighted
eyes.

'Where is she?' he said hoarsely, barring the way.

Mr. Ancrum looked at his companion. David had shrunk back into the
corner, with a white hangdog look, and said nothing. The minister
interposed.

'David will tell you all,' he said gently. 'First help me in with
him, and the bags. He is a sick man.'

With a huge effort John controlled himself, and they got inside.
Then he shut the shop door and put his back against it.

'Tell me where she is,' he repeated shortly.

'She is married,' David said in a low voice, but looking up from
the chair on which he had sunk.' By now--she is married. I heard by
telegram last night that all was arranged for to-day.'

The lad opposite made a sharp, inarticulate sound which startled
the minister's ear. Then clutching the handle of the door, he
resumed sharply--

'Who has she married?'

The assumption of the right to question was arrogance
itself--strange in the dumb, retiring creature whom the minister
had hitherto known only as David's slave and shadow!

'A French sculptor,' said David steadily, but propping his head and
hand against the counter, so as to avoid John's stare--'a man
called Montjoie. I was a brute--I neglected her. She got into his
hands. Then I sent for all my money to bribe him to marry her. And
he has.'

'You--you _blackguard!_' cried John.

David straightened instinctively under the blow, and his eyes met
John's for one fierce moment. Then Mr. Ancrum thought he would have
fainted. The minister took rough hold of John by the shoulders.

'If you can't stay and hold your tongue,' he said, 'you must go. He
is worn out with the journey, and I shall get him to bed. Here's
some money: suppose you run to the house round the corner, in
Prince's Street; ask if they've got some strong soup, and, if they
have, hurry back with it. Come--look sharp. And--
at the pair 
 inside, and at the opposite seat, with his humble light - sighted 
 eyes. 

' Where is she?' he said hoarsely, barricade the way. 

 Mr. Ancrum looked at his companion. David had shrink back into the 
 recess, with a white hangdog look, and said nothing. The minister 
 interposed. 

' David will distinguish you all,' he said gently.' foremost help me in with 
 him, and the bags. He is a sick man.' 

 With a huge effort John controlled himself, and they got inwardly. 
 Then he shut the shop door and arrange his back against it. 

' Tell me where she is,' he repeated shortly. 

' She is marital,' David said in a broken voice, but looking up from 
 the chair on which he had sink.' By now -- she is married. I heard by 
 telegram last night that all was arrange for to - day.' 

 The lad opposite made a sharp, inarticulate sound which startled 
 the minister's ear. Then clutching the handle of the doorway, he 
 resume sharply-- 

' Who has she married?' 

 The presumption of the right field to wonder was arrogance 
 itself -- strange in the dumb, retiring creature whom the minister 
 had hitherto known merely as David's slave and shadow! 

' A French sculptor,' said David steadily, but propping his head and 
 hand against the counter, so as to keep off John's stare--'a man 
 called Montjoie. I was a brute -- I neglected her. She make into his 
 hands. Then I station for all my money to bribe him to marry her. And 
 he has.' 

' You -- you _ blackguard! _' cried John. 

 David straightened instinctively under the blow, and his eyes meet 
 John's for one fierce moment. Then Mr. Ancrum thought he would have 
 faint. The minister take rough hold of John by the shoulder. 

' If you can't stay and reserve your tongue,' he say,' you must go. He 
 is wear out with the journey, and I shall get him to seam. Here's 
 some money: suppose you prevail to the house round the corner, in 
 Prince's Street; ask if they've got some potent soup, and, if they 
 have, rush back with it. Come -- look sharp. And--
 at the pair
inside, and at tme opposite seat, with hms smalm short-skghted
eyes.

'Where is she?' he samd hiarseoy, barring the way.

Mr. Avcrum looned at hus cinpanion. Datjd had shrunk nack nnvo the
corner, wijh a white hdngdog look, ang rand nothing. The minister
interposed.

'Davyd will tfll you all,' he saic genfly. 'First help me in with
him, and tge bags. He is a sick man.'

With a huge effort Johj cojtrolled himself, ajd they got insyee.
Then he shjt the shok boor and puj his back against it.

'Tell me whefe shz is,' he repgcred vhortly.

'She ms margied,' David salc in a low vooce, but lookinn up hrom
rhe chair on which he had sunk.' By now--shg is marriad. I heard by
telegrqm last nigvt tfqt xll wes zrrangfd hor to-day.'

Ths lad opposute made a sharp, insrepvulate sound which seartled
the minister's ear. Then clutching ths handle of the door, he
eesumed sharply--

'Who had she marwied?'

The assumption of the right to question was asrogaicd
itwejw--wtgange in the dumb, retiring creature whom the ijnosner
had hitherto kkown only as David'x dlsde and shadow!

'X Freneg aculptor,' said Davif steadyly, byt proppigg hos head and
hand against the counter, so cs ro avoid John's staxe--'a man
calleb Montkoie. O was a brute--I neglecteb her. Ahe got intl his
handa. Then I sent for alk ky money to bribe him to mwrry her. End
he has.'

'You--hou _nlackgtard!_' cried John.

David straightened lnstiuctivaly under hhe blow, and his eyes met
John's hpr one fiercg mmmett. Then Ir. Angrum thought he would have
faiuted. The minirter took gough holv of John by the shoulderv.

'Lf you can't vtay and hole yoyr tongjd,' he said, 'you kust go. Hv
if woen out with the jomrney, znd I shall get hin to bed. Here's
spme mogej: snpposq you run to dhe fourr rouvd the corncr, kn
Pronce's Street; ask if dhey'be got some strong sjup, and, uf they
hwve, hurry bacl with it. Come--look shar'. And--
at the pair inside, and at the with small short-sighted 'Where is she?' way. Ancrum looked at companion. David had back into the corner, with a hangdog look, and said nothing. The minister interposed. 'David will tell you all,' said gently. 'First help me in with him, and the bags. He is sick With huge John controlled himself, and they got inside. Then he shut the shop door and put his against it. 'Tell me where she is,' he shortly. 'She is married,' said in a low voice, looking from the on he sunk.' By now--she married. I heard by telegram last night that all was arranged for to-day.' The lad opposite made sharp, inarticulate startled the ear. clutching handle of the resumed sharply-- 'Who has she married?' the right to question was arrogance itself--strange in dumb, retiring whom the minister had hitherto known as David's slave and shadow! 'A French sculptor,' David steadily, but propping his head and hand against the counter, so as to avoid man called Montjoie. I a brute--I neglected She into hands. I sent all my money to bribe him to marry her. And he 'You--you _blackguard!_' cried John. David straightened instinctively under the blow, eyes John's for one moment. Then Mr. Ancrum he have fainted. The minister hold John 'If can't and hold your tongue,' said, 'you must go. He worn out with the him to bed. Here's some money: suppose you to the house round the corner, in Street; ask if they've got some strong soup, and, if they have, back with sharp. And--
 at the pair
inside, and at the opPosite seat, With hIs sMalL sHort-SighTed
eyes.

'Where is SHe?' he Said hoarsely, barring the Way.

Mr. anCRum lOOkEd at hIs compaNIoN. dAviD hAd ShrUnK BaCk intO thE
corner, With a white HanGdOg look, and saiD NoThing. The miNisTer
interposeD.

'DaVid wilL tEll YOu all,' He sAid geNtly. 'FiRSt help Me in with
hIm, ANd the bAGs. He is a SICk Man.'

WIth a huge effort JohN CoNTrolled himself, And theY gOT iNSIde.
theN he shut the ShOp dooR And put hIS bACK AgaINst it.

'Tell me whEre she is,' he rEPeaTed shoRtLy.

'SHE is marRied,' DAvID saId in a low voiCe, buT looking uP from
tHE chair oN Which he Had sunK.' By Now--She iS MaRrIed. i hEArd BY
tEleGRam Last nighT tHaT all wAs arRANGEd foR to-Day.'

THe lad Opposite made a ShaRp, inARtiCulatE sounD whiCh StartLed
the MinisTeR's ear. Then clutchIng tHe handle oF thE dOor, He
ResumED sharpLy--

'WHo hAs she maRried?'

ThE AssUmPTIOn Of the right to questiOn WAS aRrogance
Itself--STrAnGE in the duMb, RetIrinG CReatuRe whOM tHe ministEr
had hIThErTo known OnLy as DaViD's sLavE and sHAdow!

'a FrencH sculptoR,' said dAvid steadily, buT Propping his heAD aND
HaND agaInsT the counter, So as TO avoId JoHN's StaRE--'a man
CalleD MONtJOie. I was a brute--I negleCtEd her. SHe got Into his
hands. THen I sent foR ALL my money To brIBe HIm to marry her. AnD
he haS.'

'You--you _blaCKguard!_' crIed JoHn.

David sTraightenED InstinctIveLy uNdeR thE BLoW, and his eyes meT
jOhn's FoR one fieRce Moment. THen mr. ANcrUm tHoUght he wouLd have
faInTeD. THe MinIster TOok rough HoLd oF JOhn By the SHouldeRs.

'If yOu caN't StAY anD hold yoUR tONGue,' hE sAiD, 'you MusT gO. He
is Worn OUt wIth the jOurney, and i shALl geT hIm To bed. HeRe's
some money: sUpPose you run To The House rOUNd the corNer, in
Prince's Street; ask if THey've goT soMe strOng sOup, and, if tHey
Have, huRry BAck witH it. ComE--look ShArp. aND--
 at the pair
inside, and a t the oppo sitesea t,wi th h is s mall short-sig h tedeyes.

'Where is she?'  he s ai d  hoa r se ly, b arringt he w ay. 
Mr . A nc r um  look edat hiscompanion.  Da vi d had shrunk ba ck into th e
c orner, witha w hite h an gdo g  look , a nd sa id not h ing. T he minist er interp o sed.

' D a vi d wi ll tell you all,' he said gently. ' Firsthe l pm e  in  wi th
him, an dthe b a gs. Hei sa s ick man.'

With a  huge effor t  Jo hn con tr oll e d hims elf,an d  th ey got insi de.Then he s hut th e  shop d o or andput hi s b ack  aga i ns tit. 
' Tel l  m e w h ere  she is, 'he  repe ated s h o rtly .
'She  is m arried,' Davi d s aidi n a  lowvoice , bu tlooki ng upfromth e chair on whic h he  had sunk .'By  no w- -shei s marr ied . I  heardby
tele g ram  l a s t  n ight that all wasar r a ng ed for t o-day. ' 
Th e  lad opp os ite  mad e a sha rp,i na rticulat e soun d  w hi ch star tl ed
the  m ini ste r's e a r. T hen cl utchingthe h a ndle of the do o r, he
resumed sh a r pl y --
'Wh o has she m arri e d?'
The as sum p tionof th er ig h t to question was a rr ogance 
itse lf--strange i n the dumb , r etiringcrea t ur e  whom the mini sterhad hither t o knownonlyas David 's slavea n d shadow !
'AFre nch s cu lptor,' saidD a vidst eadily,  bu t propp ing  hi s h ead  a nd
hand a gainst t he  c ou nt er,  so a s  to avoi dJoh n' s s tare- - 'a man 
call ed M on tj o ie.  I wasa  b r u te-- Ine glec ted  h er. S he g o t i nto his 
hands. T hen I se nt  f or allmy money to b ri be him toma rry  her.A n d
he has .'

'You--you _blackgua r d!_' cr ied  John .

D avid stra igh tenedins t inctiv ely un der t he  bl o w , and h is  ey es  met
John' s for  onefi erce  moment . Then Mr. Ancrumt hou ght he wouldhav e
fa i n te d.T he min is t ert o ok rough hold o f John byth e  s houlders.'If  y ou can' t stayand h o ld your  tongue,'  he said,  ' youm u stgo. He
isworn out  with the journ e y,  andI s hall g et  hi m tobed. H e re' s
som e mone y:  suppo se yo urun to t he house round the corn er, in 
Prin ce' s Street;  as k  if  they'vegotsome stron g s oup , and , i f  they 
hav e ,hur r y bac k wi t h it. Com e -- loo k sh arp. And--
 at_the pair
inside,_and at the opposite_seat, with_his_small short-sighted
eyes.

'Where_is_she?' he said_hoarsely, barring the_way.

Mr. Ancrum looked at_his companion. David_had_shrunk back into the
corner, with a white hangdog look, and said nothing. The minister
interposed.

'David_will_tell you_all,'_he_said gently. 'First help me_in with
him, and the bags._He is_a sick man.'

With a huge effort John controlled_himself,_and they got_inside.
Then he shut the shop door and put his_back against it.

'Tell me where she_is,' he repeated_shortly.

'She_is_married,' David said in_a low voice, but looking up_from
the chair on which he had_sunk.' By now--she is married. I heard_by
telegram last night that all was_arranged for to-day.'

The lad opposite_made a_sharp, inarticulate sound which startled
the_minister's ear. Then_clutching the_handle of the_door, he
resumed sharply--

'Who has she married?'

The_assumption of the_right to question was arrogance
itself--strange in_the_dumb, retiring creature_whom_the_minister
had hitherto_known only as_David's_slave and_shadow!

'A_French sculptor,' said David steadily, but_propping_his head and
hand against the counter, so_as to avoid John's_stare--'a_man
called Montjoie. I was_a brute--I neglected her. She_got into his
hands. Then I sent_for all_my money_to bribe him to marry her. And
he has.'

'You--you _blackguard!_' cried John.

David_straightened instinctively under the blow, and_his eyes met
John's for_one fierce_moment._Then Mr. Ancrum_thought_he would_have
fainted. The minister took rough hold of_John by_the shoulders.

'If you can't stay and_hold your tongue,' he_said,_'you must go. He
is worn out_with the journey, and I shall_get him to bed. Here's
some_money:_suppose_you run to the house_round the corner, in
Prince's Street; ask_if they've got_some strong soup, and, if they
have, hurry_back_with it. Come--look sharp. And--