We were alone, for I had made my adieux to his wife and daughters.
"Wilford," he said very gravely, as he gripped my hand prior to my
departure, "we are old friends. Will you permit me to say one word
without taking offence at it?"
"Certainly," I answered, surprised. "What is it?"
"I've noticed to-night that, like many another man, you are entranced by
the beauty of Mabel Anson. Be careful not to make a fool of yourself."
"I don't understand," I said quickly.
"Well, all I would say is, that if you desire happiness and peace of
mind, steel your heart against her," he answered with a distinct air of
mystery.
"You speak in enigmas."
"I merely give you a timely warning, that's all, my dear fellow. Now,
don't be offended, but go home and think it over, and resolve never
again to see her--never, you understand--never."