He went out on his errand of mercy.
In a few moments he was round at the rooms of the lost sheep.
Ernie was at home.
"You know I wish you well, Ernest, don't you?" he began painfully.
The other had not risen.
"I know all about that," he answered enigmatically.
Alf drew a little nearer and dropped his voice, looking about him.
"You can't marry her, Ern," he whispered.
Ern was quite unmoved.
"Can't I?" he said. "And why not then?"