"Every farthing of it, worse luck!"
"And are they badly off?"
"I'm afraid they are, Ken. I'm very much afraid they are. I'm awfully sorry about it."
There was silence for some minutes, and then the old man said feebly—
"Ken, I've been a good father to you."
"Yes, indeed you have."
"Now, I want you to make me a promise."
"What is it, father?"
"I want you to promise that you'll go and see Mrs. Douglas when I'm dead, and tell her about it."
"Can't I write to her?"