Diary of a Drug Fiend

304 The Diary of a Drug Fiend He put his arm around her waist, and brought her over to me, his right hand fastened under my arm-pit. And he lifted me bodily out of my chair as if he had reached down like Hercules into the darkest depths of hell, and dragged forth a damned soul into the light of heaven. He put her hands in mine and closed his own over them. “ Whom God hath joined together, ” he said solemnly, “let no man put asunder.” He turned on his heel and became a man of quick decisive action. “Maisie,” he said, ‘‘ you have the key. Go over and have their things packed and leave them in the cloak room at Victoria. Lala, ’phone for reserve places and a cabin for these good people on the boat. London’s no place for us—too many philanthropists about seeking whom they may devour. Ring up Dupont and have him send in dinner for five for seven o'clock. We'll catch the ten o'clock and be in Telepylus sabse qelds 4. a3 Maisie was already out of the studio and Lala at the telephone before he had finished talking. He turned to us with the same affectation of hustle. “Here, young people,” he said breezily. ‘ Your nerves are all shot to pieces, and no wonder. White tablets for two and a little H. to sweeten them. And you've missed your lunch! That’s too bad. We'll have an old-fashioned high tea. I know there’s some- thing to eat in the coal scuttle or somewhere, and Lala can cook something while I make the buttered toast. You sit down and talk and make your plans for honey- moon number eight, or whichever it is. And don’t get in my way, because I’m going to be a very busy man. In fact, it’s rather lucky that I’ve acquired the habit of starting for three years’ trips around the world at three minutes notice.” ‘It was half an hour before tea was ready. Lou and I sat on the sofa, shaken and sore by what we had