"I'm glad for you, Mr. Dalton!" said Aunt Jane heartily, "and I know you'll be good to her. I can see it in your face—that you treat her well."
The face clouded. "I mean to—but I never seem to know just how she'll take things——"
"What's been the trouble?" asked Aunt Jane.
"She didn't tell you?"
Aunt Jane shook her head. "We didn't talk much—just visited together a little and got acquainted."
He seemed thoughtful. "I think the real trouble is something that never gets put into words; and it isn't so easy to put in words.... I'm a failure, I guess!" He looked up apologetically. "I don't know that you will understand. But I've had chances—every sort of chance—and I've never made good."
"Never made money, you mean," said Aunt Jane placidly.
He looked up quickly. "That's it!"
"What seemed to be the matter?"