Kelly sighed aloud.  “And Guy’ll go to perdition faster than if the devil had kicked him.  He’s on his way already.”

“Let him go!” said Burke.

It was his last word on the subject.  Having spoken it, he gave his attention to the meal before him, and concluded it with a deliberate disregard for Kelly’s depressed countenance that an onlooker might have found somewhat brutal.

“What are you going to do?” asked Kelly meekly, as at length he pushed back his chair.

Burke’s eyes came to him again.  He smiled faintly at the woebegone visage before him.  “Cheer up, Donovan!” he said.  “You’re all right.  You’ve had a beastly job, but you’ve done it decently.  I’m going back to my wife now.  She breakfasted upstairs.  We shall probably make tracks this evening.”

“Ah!” groaned Kelly.  “Your wife’ll never speak to me again after this.  And I thinking her the most charming woman in the world!”

Burke turned to go, “Don’t fret yourself on that account!” he said.  “My wife will treat my friends exactly as she would treat her own.”

He spoke with a confidence that aroused Kelly’s admiration.  “Sure, you know how to manage a woman, don’t ye, Burke, me lad?” he said.

He watched the broad figure till it was out of sight, then got up and went out into the hot sunshine, intent upon another quest.

Burke went on steadily up the stairs till he reached the top story where he met a servant carrying a breakfast-tray with the meal practically untouched upon it.  With a brief word Burke took the tray himself, and went on with the same air of absolute purpose to the door at the end of the passage.

Here, just for a moment he paused, standing in semi-darkness, listening.  Then he knocked.  Sylvia’s voice answered him, and he entered.

She was dressed and standing by the window.  “Oh, please, Burke!” she said quickly, at sight of what he carried.  “I can’t eat anything more.”

He set down the tray and looked at her.  “Why did you get up?” he said.

Her face was flushed.  There was unrest in every line of her.  “I had to get up,” she said feverishly.  “I can’t rest here.  It is so noisy.  I want to get out of this horrible place.  I can’t breathe here.  Besides—­besides——­”

“Sit down!” said Burke.

“Oh, don’t make me eat anything!” she pleaded.  “I really can’t.  I am sorry, but really——­”

“Sit down!” he said again, and laid a steady hand upon her.

She yielded with obvious reluctance, avoiding his eyes.  “I am quite all right,” she said.  “Don’t bully me, partner!”

Her voice quivered suddenly, and she put her hand to her throat.  Burke was pouring milk into a cap.  She watched him, fighting with herself.

“Now,” he said, “you can drink this anyway.  It’s what you’re needing.”  He gave her the cup, and she took it from him without a word.  He turned away, and stood at the window, waiting.