"I will inform you of it when it comes to pass," promised his Grace. "And now: good-night!"
"Good-night!" Frank returned the low bow with a curt nod. "I shall see you to-morrow-that is, this morning-at the Baths?"
"Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof," was the smiling rejoinder. "Sleep soundly, Frank!" He waved an ironic farewell and crossed the road to his own lodgings, which stood almost directly opposite.
"And I suppose you will sleep as soundly as if you had not a stain on your conscience-and had not tried your uttermost to alienate the regard of the only friend you possess," remarked Frank bitterly to the darkness. "Damn you, Tracy, for the villain you are!" He walked up the steps to his own front door and turned the key in the lock. He looked over his shoulder as a door slammed across the street.
"Poor Devil!" he said. "Oh, you poor Devil!"