“ Mr. Vincent. …”
“Hush, I quite understand,” said the fatherly voice. “It is a shock, I know; but truth is a little shocking sometimes. Wait. I perfectly understand that you must have time. You must think it all over, and verify this. You must not commit yourself. But I think you had better have my address. The ladies are a little too emotional, are they not? I expect you would sooner come to see me without them.”
He laid his card on the little tea-table and stood up.
“Good night, Mr. Baxter.”
Laurie took his hand, and looked for a moment into the kind eyes. Then the man was gone.