"It isn't possible to feel quite comfortable about it, is it?" said Andy. The Nun laughed a little scornfully. "Not quite. Going to do anything about it?" Andy raised his eyes to hers. "I owe almost everything I value most in the world to Harry, directly or indirectly; even what I owe to you and Jack came in a way through him." "And he's never taken ten minutes' real trouble about you in his life." "I'm not sure that makes any difference--even if it's true. He stands for all those things to me. As for Miss Vintry--" He shrugged his ponderous shoulders. "Oh, by all means to blazes with Miss Vintry!" the Nun agreed pleasantly. Miss Dutton put her head in at the door--her hair about her shoulders. "Ever coming to bed?" "Not yet. I'm talking to Andy. Don't you see him, Sally?" "It's not respectable." "The window's open, there's a street lamp opposite, and a policeman standing under it. Good-night." "Well, don't come into my room and wake me up jawing." Miss Dutton withdrew. The Nun looked at Andy. "I wonder if it's quite fair to say 'To blazes with Miss Vintry!'" "You said it with a good deal of conviction a moment ago. What makes you--?" His eyes met hers. "Who told you about Sally? I never did," the Nun exclaimed. "Harry, after our first supper." "Here was rather the same case--only, of course, she never knew the other girl. I think that makes a difference. And she never really had a chance. That makes no difference, I suppose. The policeman's gone. I expect you'd better go too, Andy." Andy swung his legs over the window-sill. "Are you going to try and put your oar in?" he asked. "Would you think me wrong if I did?" Andy sat quite a long while on the window-sill, dangling his legs over the pavement of High Street. "I've thought about it a good deal," he answered. "Especially lately." She knelt on the broad low bench just behind him. "Yes, and the result--when you're ready?" "I think a row would be the best thing that could happen." He turned his face round to her as he spoke. The Nun gasped. "That's thorough," she remarked. "So much for your opinion about Harry!" "Yes, so much for that," Andy admitted. "If there is a row, I hope you'll be there." "Oh, I don't!" exclaimed Andy with a natural and human sincerity. "To prevent bloodshed!" She laid her hand on his arm. "I'm not altogether joking. I didn't like Mr. Wellgood's eyes this afternoon." She patted his arm gently before she withdrew her hand. "Good-night, dear old Andy. You're terribly right as a rule. But about this--" She broke off, impatiently jerking her head. With a clasp of her hand and a doleful smile, Andy let his legs drop on the pavement and departed.