At last the 24th of December arrived, and Selwyn, after he had locked up the office, bent his steps to St. Paul’s Square, where Mr. Trosdale stood at the door to accord a welcome which only lacked the touch of a woman’s sympathy to make it perfect. But that he was not destined to receive.
"Madge is spending the evening with one of her many friends," explained Mr. Trosdale—"a little dance, or something; so you will have to make yourself as happy as you can with me alone."