"There is one way in which you can atone to me for its bitterness—I don't mind confessing to you that it is bitter."
"And that way?"
"You must borrow from me what will take you abroad. You must; it is for their sakes."
"Very well; if there is no other way. I shall repay you, I hope."
"You have plenty of time before you to grow rich in. When you come back next spring, you must finish your magnum opus."
Mr. Graydon rubbed his hands in boyish cheerfulness.
"I shall feel equal to tackling it after a change. I'm afraid I've been vegetating, and the mosses and mildew have grown upon me. You have lived, Glengall, while I was growing into a worthless old block."
"It is you who have lived," said Lord Glengall. "You have lived naturally. When I die, it is the end of my line, and I shall have no one to close my eyes."
When he found Pam in the drawing-room alone, a little later, he drew her to him, and kissed her hair where it clustered over the white forehead.
"I have brought your pretty things, Pam," he said, fumbling in his pocket.