you loyalty, such as you never dreamed of. Do you suppose I cared what you were? But you chose to whistle everything down the wind for nothing. My only excuse for you is that you are so young."
'That's all,' he said, returning the paper to be dropped into the fire.
'What was in the letter?' asked Mrs. Beeton when Alf returned.
'I don't know. I think it was a circular or a tract about not whistlin' at everything when you're young.'
'I must have stepped on something when I was alive and walking about and it has bounced up and hit me. God help it, whatever it is—unless it was all a joke. But I don't know any one who'd take the trouble to play a joke on me.... Love and loyalty for nothing. It sounds tempting enough. I wonder whether I have lost anything really?'
Dick considered for a long time but could not remember when or how he had put himself in the way of winning these trifles at a woman's hands.
Still, the letter as touching on matters that he preferred not to think about stung him into a fit of frenzy that lasted for a day and night. When his heart was so full of despair that it would hold no more, body and soul together seemed to be dropping without check through the darkness. Then came
