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ETHEL turned quickly away so that Watney might not see the tears which had risen to her eyes. She hastened outside where Sir Arthur Blantyre stood with the uncertain air of one who has lost something and cannot recollect what it is. He mumbled as Ethel took his arm and suggested that they might just as well have a cab.
The baronet had changed woefully during the last few days. He looked bent and withered. There were twitchings about the corners of his mouth, and a dull and vacant look in his eyes; it needed no specialist in mental disease to see that the unfortunate man was leaning far over the borderland which divides reason from insanity. Not till the house in Regent's Park was reached and Sir Arthur was sitting amongst his flowers again did Ethel speak. In ordinary circumstances she would have been too full of sympathy to give the old man pain, but now that there was a human life at stake it was not the time to be over-delicate.