Hymen，insecretorovertguise，seemedtohauntPierstonjustatthistimewithundignifiedmockerywhichsavouredratherofHarlequinthanofthetorch-bearer。TwodaysafterpartinginaloneislandfromthegirlhehadsodisinterestedlylovedhemetinPiccadillyhisfriendSomers，wonderfullysprucedup，andhasteningalongwithapreoccupiedface。
’Mydearfellow，’saidSomers，’whatdoyouthink！Iwaschargednottotellyou，but，hangit！Imayjustaswellmakeacleanbreastofitnowaslater。’
’What——youarenotgoingto……’beganPierston，withdivination。
’Yes。WhatIsaidonimpulsesixmonthsbackIamabouttocarryoutincoldblood。NicholaandIbeganinjestandendedinearnest。Wearegoingtotakeoneanothernextmonthforgoodandall。’
PARTTHIRD——AYOUNGMANOFSIXTY