The words broke on his lips; a mist dimmed his eyes; he turned away while he recovered himself.
Drelincourt laid a hand gently on his shoulder.
"Not a word more is needed," he said in grave, kindly accents. "My boy, all the sad circumstances connected with your father's end are known to me already."
"Mr. Drelincourt!"
"As also how every penny of your legacy was devoted to the payment of the debts he left behind him."
"You know all this, and yet----"
"Hush! Some one comes. Not another word."
[CHAPTER X.]
IN THE LAST RESORT.
It was Marian, who came quickly forward, her cheeks aglow with pleasurable excitement.